Friends always complimented her on how well she worked with any man she was put beside. They'd tell her that she could do the job, and do it right. When she was put alongside Ziggler, April had been quite pleased. Though she'd loved working with the likes of Bryan, Punk and Kane, this guy had really impressed her with how quickly he'd made it to the top, and how well he portrayed a jack ass. She was pleased to be working with him.

Despite all the comments about her having been with 'half the roster', April didn't feel bad about herself, she didn't regret the writers decisions for her character. In fact, she loved their choices for her, because it meant she got to work with a lot of different people. Sure, she had to kiss a fair few of them, and act in a manner she wouldn't normally, but it brought her out of her comfort zone, and she knew that she needed that. After NXT, and her RAW debut, and all the things that lead her into the 'mental breakdown' stage, April wanted something that could be a little more stable. She thought she'd get that with Nick, but then when that broke down as well, she was beginning to feel a little bit, fed up. Almost as if the writers couldn't let her character be and stay happy. She had the Diva's Championship, and she'd do what she could to keep that, but who's to say they wouldn't take that from her, too?

She knew she worried too much, but sometimes she simply couldn't help herself.

Hearing the door to the locker-room burst open, April was brought out of her little funk, and immediately placed a smile on her face. She couldn't allow her colleagues and friends to know she was upset in any way. They'd simply never let her rest until she told them, and she didn't like sympathy. Through the door walked a few girls she was particularly fond of, the likes of Celeste, whom she'd been best friends with since their time in NXT together, Layla, and Natalya. Those three girls had all been so supportive of her when she'd debuted, and when she'd been given matches and chances to show her skills. They'd been there when others doubted her.

"There you are. We've been looking for you, everywhere." Celeste said with a grin, before sitting down beside the smaller brunette, and wrapping her arm around her tiny frame. "How long have you been hiding from us?"

"I wasn't hiding," April chuckled, furrowing her eyebrows a little bit, "What's going on?" Confusion wrapped around her mind like a tight fist, normally the girls would come in, have some simple chit-chat, and get ready. This wasn't expected. April was getting suspicious.

"You better have a change of clothes in that bag of yours. We're taking you out tonight." Natalya said, the familiar grin sitting on her lips as it always did. She looked pleased with herself, as if she was making an accomplishment by getting April to join them.

"Out where?" The brunette asked, still skeptical of their choices for the evening. "You know I'm not big on 'out'." She'd remind them, becoming a little anxious of their plans for the upcoming hours.

"Stop asking so many questions and get ready. We'll meet you outside." Celeste said, before then gesturing for the girls to join her in leaving the room. Soon, April was alone again, and left with no choice but to follow her friends' orders. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad?

"Come on, I think I see the guys by the bar." Layla pointed towards the bar, and instantly April felt sick. She grabbed onto Celeste's hand as the other two girls rushed off to see the rest of their friends. Celeste looked worriedly at her friend, and furrowed her brow. "What's the matter with you?" She asked, stepping to the side of the room with the smaller female.

"How could you bring me here, when he's here?!" April asked, utterly fuming with anger with her alleged best friend. She didn't want to find herself leaving because of him, but at the same time, she couldn't face seeing him. She'd spent so much time avoiding him, and had done so well since then, but seeing him now brought it all back, and she couldn't possibly go through with this night if he was right there. Surely her best friend knew that? "I can't go over there, I hope you know that."

"Oh, for crying out loud, April. Really? It's been months. Are you really still bothered about him?" She asked, shaking her head as she looked briefly in the man's direction. He was completely unaware of April's being here, and he didn't even notice Celeste looking over at him. He was too busy nursing a cold glass of Pepsi and talking to Bryan about a really old action movie. "He's not worth it." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Don't treat me like a child." April mumbled, stepping back, annoyed with her friend for treating her this way. They'd spent night after night talking, and eating their way through greasy take-outs to get April back to her usual self. She'd mourned the memory of her time with him, as short as it had been, for nights. Celeste had understood her pain, she'd been there, and she'd comforted April. The Diva's Champion thought her friend would always get it, and that she'd not end up questioning her emotions about the matter. But here she was, judging April on her upset and angry feelings towards this man. Perhaps she was being silly, and she simply needed to get over it all. Lord knows he had. "Fine. I'm not sitting anywhere near him though."

Seeing Celeste's smile light up the room cheered her up, but soon she was being dragged towards the bar, and the nerves hit her like a drop kick to the face. She kept her vision away from him, and focused on her friends, who were all gathered a few meters away from him. While Celeste ordered the two of them some drinks, April tried to keep her focus off the pair of beautiful eyes that were burning a hole in the back of her head. She wished he'd stop, but she refused to look at him, she couldn't allow herself to.