— Later That Same Night —

Against AJ's authority, I go ahead with Nick and them after Raw goes off the air and they release us. As of right now, we're at a local club called Room 960.

It's been taking me for a while to get used to this new scene without my usual partners-in-crime in AJ, Karl, and Luke. For the most part, it feels a little strange without AJ, for real.

Other than myself, there's Nick, Emma, Zack, Dana Brooke, and Mojo Rawley. They're all crowded up around me with drinks in hand and laughing over the loud music and strobe lights.

"Hey, girl!" Emma nudged me to get my attention. She was giggling way too much, which told me that she was beyond drunk right now. If anything, she's about there. "Loosen up some! You need a drink!" She turned completely around and called to the bartender: "Excuse me! Bartender, I need some more drinks over here for my—"

"Dude," I spat out and jerked on her arm, making her look at me. "I don't need a drink, alright? I'm fine."

"Nick!" Emma yelled, signaling for Nick. He turned around and looked dead at her. "We gotta get her... Her a drink, yeah!"

"No problem," Nick resolved, calling for the bartender and he came down to where he was. "I need some more drinks for my friend over here."

"What the fuck? I am not saying that I don't need anything right now?" I stammered out, feeling very ignored and I didn't like that whatsoever.

I'm not even a heavy drinker. For that damn matter, I'm not even a light drinker. I'm a nothing drinker because I don't ever do it to begin with!

Nevertheless, Nick shoved a drink into my grasp and gave me an encouraging smile. I wasn't falling for it as I gave him a straight-line smirk in return. I shook my head and sat the glass on the bar.

"Oh, come on, Britt," Nick tried encouraging me, nudging my shoulder since he's much taller than me. "Just one drink, okay? And if don't want to do it anymore after that, then you don't have to! How about that?"

I growled under my breath and rolled my eyes, but snatched up the glass of some kind of alcoholic beverage. "Fine," I spat out and sighed. "If it's the only way to get you two off of my back, then whatever." For some dumbass reason, I'm agreeing to this.

He smiled, as if, he had won and lifted up his own glass with the pinky pointed outwards. "Bottom's up, then, Britt!"

Then, together, we put the glasses up to our mouths and began to drink up whatever it was that was in our separate glasses. Honestly, the drink didn't seemed spiked or anything to the point that it was that disgusting. It tasted like vodka and it wasn't that bad, really. And, honestly, it made my adrenaline and heart speed up all in one bounce.

Unfortunately, for my untaught body, that one little drink lead to another, then another and another... And I think you can predict the rest from this point on.

• • •

Through my blurry vision and memory, I remember asking what time it was and that's when somebody – don't remember who right now – said it was a little past midnight. That being said, it was only reminded me of how much I was so tired from this whole night — yet I was having so much fun at the same time!

I have gotten to a point where I'm coming to terms that I am, in fact, completely wrecked and wasted, and am currently all out of it. I don't know where all these words I have expressed to Nick, mostly, tonight have come from, really. I have accomplished one thing so far tonight and that's the huge confession I made to Nick earlier.

I told him all about the fact that I'm insanely in love with AJ, after being best friends for fourteen years now. Overall, I confessed all this deep shit like they were my deadly sins — which, ultimately, they really are.

In my faint memory, I can recount that – just now – Emma and Zack are kissing in the middle of the dance floor right now. Something within me makes me hiccup a giggle and that's when I chase on over there to interrupt them.

"Heyyy, you guys!" I chuckled and tore them completely apart. I feel crossed-eyed right now as a part of me is looking at Emma and the other at Nick in the corner of my right eye. "What chu doing? I thought it wasn't going to be a couple-thing!"

"It's not," Emma giggled and draped her arm over me, reassuring me with a smile.

"Hey, you guys should kiss!" I nearly gave myself whiplash to see who it was that said that and it looked to be Mojo Rawley. I blinked at him a couple of times with my mouth hung wide open. "I dare you!"

Emma and I turned to each other and began to laugh it off, only because we're just friends and not that way at all. "Yeah, go ahead! I bet that'll be hot!" Zack cheered us on with a laugh and smile. Wait... What the fuck?!

So, in my current drunken stage of mind, Emma and I turn to each other and shrug. Then, at once, she grabbed my face and kissed me. We just did it for the hell of it and it was quite crazy, to say the least. Out of the thirty-three years I've been alive, kissing another girl is something I haven't done before. I have no idea if that's the same for Emma, though.

Once it was broken apart, we laughed it off. "You're actually a really good kisser," Emma complimented me in her Australian accent. "Hm, why wouldn't AJ want those lips?!" I laughed, feeling horrible at the same time with the mention of AJ, but just told her in return that she's a good kisser, too, and that Zack's lucky.

Afterwards, the music lowered and slow-music began playing, so Zack grabbed Emma up again and they began dancing in the middle of the dance floor. I turned to see Mojo and Dana also dancing right beside them, only to see Nick standing there in an awkward stance.

So, for some reason, I start to feel bad for him and walk over to him. I wrapped my arms around him, going underneath his own arms. I leaned in and pressed my head into his chest, feeling his breathing stiffen. Slowly, but very surly, I felt his own arms wrap around my back. We'll slow-dance, yeah.

"By the way, I'm not bisexual or anything, just so you know," I began to explain to him, silently thanking God that he could hear me very clearly now. "And, it's not like Emma was a bad kisser or anything, either, but I really gotta get the taste of another chick off of my lips."

"Really?" he squeaked out and stood up straight again, smiling curiously and jumping at the opportunity. "Well, I can definitely help that."

He then lowered his head just enough to crash his lips into mine like a car accident. He was on me like white on rice and it had gotten to a point to where we were almost making-out. He was a very good kisser, but even in my drunken state of mind, I know better.

Then, I suddenly find the will and slightly push him off of me. I shake my head and say to him: "I'm sorry, Nick, but I don't kiss my friends' ex's."

He nodded and touched his lips, to see if the taste was still there. "I get it," he agreed and he seems to be sure of that, too. "Well, it was worth a try."

In the heat of the moment and with our group of friends cheering for us, he's right back on me with his forceful kissing habits.

• So, okay, um... I'm sorry (?) and – then again – I'm really not at all. So, guys, first of all — HAPPY FORTH OF JULY DAY!!! LOLZ and, um... I love Enzo and Cass to DEATH (if y'all didn't kw, now u do), BUT when they came out and helped Cena get rid of the Bullet Club (including the love of my love, AJ Styles 💚) — I got SO pissed! I'm screaming at my TV: "WTF, guys?! U can't be fighting with my other kids when you all know good and damn well I can't pick nobody's side over the other right now!" And all that good shit... Anyways, tho, this chap and the one after this one, too, will be 💔 — AND especially Chapters 24 thru 26 cuz those are the ones that are gonna have u [diehard fans] guys on the GD ground... LOLZ — and ALWAYS REMEMBER AJ TONIGHT CUZ... #BeatUpJohnCena 🍾 All the love .xx •