The last week hadn't been good for Darius. On the outside, he was trying to look fine, but on the inside, he was breaking down, his mind filled with thoughts he didn't want to hear.

After the one sided argument between himself and Mercedes, Darius was still doing live events and such, but things were different. Mercedes wouldn't go out to the ring with him, and they hadn't talked since. Darius was traveling alone for the past week, and Mercedes had been traveling with Devitt and Pamela.

Right now, things for Darius were just getting worse. He had never been a drinker, but he couldn't find anything else to help cope his sadness. He sat in one of the bar chairs, taking several sips from the bottle in his hand.

Darius felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He looked to see if was Devitt trying to call. He sighed, before declining the call.

He took another sip from the bottle, as he watched some basketball on one of the tv's. He sat there for another half hour, before throwing some money on the table, leaving with wobbly legs.

He wasn't as drunk as others would get, and was still able to think a bit. He pulled out his phone, seeing Devitt calling again, this being the 3rd time.

He was getting annoyed, so he answered.

"What do you want?" Darius asked harshly, his mind still filled with thoughts of sadness and depression.

"Where are you right now?" Devitt asked, making Darius sigh.

"The Bar, trying to clear my head."

"Darius, drinking is not going to help you. Besides, you're not a drinker."

"And? Why the hell should I care?"

"You know what, stay where you are, I'm coming to pick you up."

"Whatever." Darius said, ending the call.

On the ride to the hotel, Darius had fallen asleep, cleary too drunk to keep himself awake. Devitt had Pamela on speaker phone as well.

"He's with me right now. You and Mercedes may have to share a room so I can stay with him."

"Sounds like a plan. Until these two can work this out, things are going to be rough for us."

"It's either we find evidence that Darius is telling the truth, or find out if he was lying."

"Whatever we have to do, we'll do it. Besides, I hate seeing these two like this."

"It's the same here, babe. Gotta let you go, love you."

"Love you."

Pamela ended the call, as Mercedes came out of the shower, walking out in a towel.

"Who was that?"

"Devitt, had to pick up Darius from a bar." Pamela noticed Mercedes expression change when she said his name. "Look, Sash, its been a week and you two still haven't tried to work this out. Maybe you two should meet up, so you can talk it out."

"I don't know, Bay, what if, what if he wants to break up after the things I said?"

Mercedes sat on the bed, as Pamela held her in a hug.

"We both know Darius doesn't drink, and it he is, then he obviously misses you."

"I'll...I'll talk to him on Monday before the show."

"That's a start. Just try to hear him out, alright?"

"I will." Mercedes looked at her screen saver, which was a picture of the two.

She let small smile appear on her face, seeing his smile once again.