Complicated

Drinking Games

We all grumbled and gave reasons as to why this was a bad idea.

"He's not going to let it go," Adam said, hiding a smile with his glass.

"Let's just get it over with," I sighed.

"Exactly." Kyle said. "So Savannah, What's the best promotion you've ever worked at?"

"WWE. I never wrestled anywhere else."

"Not even indies?"

I shook my head. "I was a model. I kind of accidentally became a wrestler."

"How does one accidentally become a WWE Superstar?" Kyle looked incredulous.

"Well, I was modeling my way through college. I got an internship with ROH-which is actually where I met Adam and Bobby. But Adam and I actually became friends. I started working out with him. From there I met Finn Balor, which is how Becky Lynch and I became close friends. I was at the PC during a tryout that Hunter was personally at. I was just working out with Becky. Wrestling was just a hobby that let me get out stress. Hunter thought I was good. He signed me to the PC. And, now, to NXT."

"You're awfully good for a model," Kyle said.

"I hated modeling. I was always athletic and a wrestling fan. This fits me much better."

"Plus, I trained her. Of course, she's good." Adam said proudly.

"Yeah, I'm sure Becky would say that she trained me better."

Adam shrugged. "She'd be lying."

"Yep. Brian Kendrick actually trained me. Y'all just enjoyed kicking my ass."

Adam laughed.

Kyle cleared his throat, "Savannah you get to pick the next player."

I nodded. "Okay, Rhea,"

She cocked an eyebrow at me. "What."

"Wed, Bed, Dead; The UE. Including Roderick. You get to Bed or Dead two of them."

She groaned. "Are they my only options?"

"Ouch," Adam laughed.

"They are your only options," I said as I tried not to laugh.

"Fine," she sat up a bit straighter. "Wed Cole. Bed, Fish and O'Reilly. Dead: Strong."

"I can live with that," Kyle nodded.

Adam laughed, "We just won't tell Roderick that you choose to kill him."

Rhea shrugged and smiled widely. "It's really just because he's not here. I wouldn't actually kill any of you."

"Awwwwww," Kyle started.

"Don't push it. I still have time to kill you instead."

Kyle faked pouted. "Your turn to ask."

"Savannah," she said.

"There are other people here."

"Yeah, but I prefer to embarrass you." She smiled wryly.

"Of course,"

"Who are you dating?" She glances at Damian and his arm around me. "You two look awfully close."

I hate her. My cheeks burned red. I glanced around the table Shotzi and Adam looked at me expectedly. Kyle took a drink. Bobby stared at me...or Damian. His hand was clenched into a fist so tight that his knuckles were white. I ignored that whole odd situation.

I looked up to Rhea. "No one."

Rhea looked up to Damian. "Did you know that?"

Damian chuckled, running a hand down his face. "Yeah, we're just friends."