CHAPTER ONE

Light peered through the opening of the curtains, causing Lana to stir in her sleep. She rolled over peacefully, unaware that the alarm on her phone had been buzzing for nearly ten minutes before she finally awoke.

"What…"

Lana smacked her hand down on her phone before realizing that she couldn't silence the alarm that way. Once she remembered how to make the buzzing and ringing stop, the blonde did just that and then relaxed down onto her back. Staring up at the ceiling, she yawned.

Her mind ran through the usual list of tedious activities that she usually had to do during the day before she remembered where she was – Las Vegas, Nevada. Her and some of her co-workers had a weekend off and were able to hit the Vegas strip for a carefree getaway, meaning that any prior work engagements were put on pause.

A sigh of relief passed the woman's plump lips and she decided to sit up, only to feel an aggravating pain slip down her spine. It was then that her eyes caught a glimpse of what was about to be the most chaotic day of her life.

Lana's eyes widened as she recognized the figure of Eva Marie, passed out with a lamp shade over her head like a hat. The redhead had a bottle of rum wrapped loosely in the grips of her hands, as well. Partly wanting to take a picture, Lana figured that her friend's appearance mixed with the stinging headache she felt meant that their planned evening in Vegas had turned wild.

"Eva," Lana spoke softly. "Eva, wake up!" Eva, still asleep, didn't budge.

"Hush…stop yelling."

Lana turned to her left to find Nikki Bella curled up in a ball on the queen-sized bed next to Lana's. In light of her soft spoken words, Lana assumed the brunette was waking up to a hangover. "Nicole, are you awake?"

"What did I say about the yelling?" Nikki sat up, paying no attention to the clump of hair that was stuck together by some adhesive that she didn't remember putting up there, and cleared her dry throat. She finally opened her eyes and looked across the floor to see Eva and her lamp shade. She giggled innocently before her eyes shot open wide and she covered her mouth with her hand.

"What is it?"

Without a response, Nikki darted out of the bed and into the bathroom. Lana could hear the woman groaning in pain as she vomited up the previous night's liquid dinner. She spent about five minutes in there before returning.

Nikki had a hand pressed firmly against her temple, barely holding her hair out of her face, when she made her way back towards the beds. With a slight shake of her head, she looked curiously at Lana. "Is there any particular reason that my sister is sleeping in the bathtub with her dress covered in glitter?"

"I don't remember anything about last night…" Lana got out of bed, only to realize she was wearing someone else's shirt over only a thin pair of panties. She looked around but couldn't seem to find the blue dress she'd worn the night before. "Wonderful," she groaned.

"Is that Roman's shirt?"

The two women turned towards the door to find Paige, the woman who they last saw getting pulled onto the stage during a local performance, with a bottle of water in her hands.

"I don't know," Lana answered. "Where the hell have you been?"

Paige shrugged. "After they finished with me on stage I asked if I could go behind the curtain and take a picture. I guess that's where the alcohol kicked in. Last thing I remember was getting into a cab and heading back to the hotel. Next thing I know I'm waking up next to the ice machine on the third floor."

"Check your fingers. The last thing we need is to find out that one of us got hitched last night in our drunkenness."

The women did as Lana suggested and checked their fingers – Lana taking one for the team and holding her breath while she checked Eva's hand – only to sigh in relief when they spotted no wedding bands.

"Is that Eva who smells like a strip club?" Paige asked, sporting a disgusted expression.

"A strip club doused in Bacardi 151? Yes." Lana turned to Nikki, who was standing off to the side in silence. "Did you check Brie for a ring?"

"Brie is already married. I doubt it would matter if they allowed her to marry some random soul since it wouldn't turn up legal, anyways." Nikki nodded in Eva's direction. "Same goes for that party animal over there."

Lana flicked her eyes toward Eva, who was beginning to sit up. The redhead dropped the bottle of rum and slowly removed the lamp shade from her head, only to whine when it refused to release hold of a strand of her hair.

"What the hell?" Eva tossed the lamp shade aside and used the table next to her to help her stand up. "My back is killing me… Who had the bright idea of sleeping on the floor?"

"You were the only one sleeping on the floor," Nikki responded.

"Not the only one," Paige chimed in. "Ice machine, third floor, remember?"

"Where's Brie?" Eva asked. Her body was too sore for her to listen to anything the other girls were saying.

"In the bathtub, of all places. Why?"

Eva shook her head and ran a hand through her hair. It was then that Nikki noticed an ample amount of glitter free-falling from the redhead's wavy tresses. "I think we made out last night."

Nikki's face contorted in distaste. "Daniel's not going to like that."

"Daniel's not going to like what?" Brie asked as she exited the bathroom with her dress hiked up her legs with silver and gold glitter painted all over her body. "Can someone fill me on what happened last night? My head is in the process of murdering me and I think I nearly broke my neck sleeping in that tub."

"Honey, nobody remembers anything. Eva woke up wearing a lamp shade as a hat, Lana is decked out in Roman Reign's merchandise and Nikki…well, I'm not really sure what happened to her."

Nikki glared at Paige. "Clearly, my boy-free weekend turned into an opportunity for us all to get completely hammered and lose control."

"Speaking of boys, do you think the guys would know what happened to us last night?" Lana tugged at the much larger t-shirt, wondering how it got on her torso. She didn't remember seeing Roman after they met up at that club... What was it called again?

Paige shook her head at Lana's question. "The guys were with us? I could've sworn that they turned down our offer when we saw them in the lobby. I did see Dean this morning, though, leaving a room that had a 'do not disturb' sign on it."

"So? He's a lunatic. He probably bought a prostitute," Eva responded.

None of the women noticed Nikki, whose face had suddenly taken a twisted expression, backing up against the wall. "You guys," she spoke up. "I think I know why that sign was on Dean's room."

a/n: So, this is a very different kind of story than what I typically write. Once I got the idea through my head I just couldn't stop writing, though - hence multiple chapters already being written out... I'm aware that I just started a new story, but this story won't be long, possibly 10 chapters? I'm still committed to my other works on this site! Regardless, I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

Please review and let me know what your thoughts are! Should I continue?