"Is that all you're going to wear?" Caitlin asked. It was nine o'clock and their friends were about to arrive to go to the party. Caitlin, wearing a skin tight leather halter dress and black strappy shoes, was a sight for any man's eyes.... especially any man that's been locked up for a few years. Rogue, the tamest of the group by far, was wearing a simple black Metallica tee shirt, black jeans, and sneakers.

"What?" Rogue pouted. "You don't like my outfit?"

"You could spice it up a little bit. Don't you have any makeup?"

"The only makeup I carry is my cherry chapstick."

There was a knock on the door. With a heavy sigh and questioning her roommate's sense of adventure, Caitlin answered the door. Shelly, Jackie, and Meg were standing in the hallway.

"You two ready yet?" Jackie asked. "Everyone else is already at The House."

"Not quite," Caitlin answered. "Rogue is being uncooperative."

"AM NOT!!" Rogue yelled back.

"You could at least put on another shirt."

"You got somethin against Metallica?! Don't get me started, missy!"

Meg pushed her way into the room to see what the fuss was all about. "Oh no, no, no." She said, shaking her head. "This will not do at all."

Rogue backed away from her, clutching her beloved shirt protectively. "Stay back!" she yelled as the group closed in on her. They somehow wrenched the shirt from her hands. A loud scream was heard following the sound of ripping fabric.

"I hate you." Rogue said. She, Jackie, Meg, Caitlin, and Shelly were walking down the road, on their way to the party.

"It's just a shirt," Shelly said.

"Is the Mona Lisa just a painting?!" Rogue looked down at her shirt. The sleeves had been ripped off and the bottom half removed, exposing her stomach. Her favorite old, worn jeans that she had been wearing had been replaced with tight black ones that rode so low she was afraid to bend over. And her comfy, once white sneakers had been switched with a pair of ankle boots that she had had in the back of her closet. The only comfort she had was that they had let her keep her Winnie the Pooh socks on. It took a lot of persuading on her part, but she kept them. Meg's argument about her getting lucky and being embarrassed to be wearing cartoon socks was a good one. But what were the odds of that happening?

"I think you look really nice," Jackie added.

"I thought you were my friend. I thought you were on my side. But NOOOOO! You had to bring up the glitter issue. This stuff better wash out of my hair, or else I'm comin after you. Remember, I know where you sleep!"

"I think we all look fabulous," Cailtin said, proudly. "We'll really knock 'em dead." Shelly was wearing a pair of tight jeans (apparently breathing was not something that any of them planned on doing much of that night), a baby tee with the word "KANE" written on the front (no one knew what that was about), ankle boots, and gold hoop earrings. Jackie had on low-rise jeans (god forbid she bent over, she'd give everyone a show), a tank top with ties in the back, and shoes that could only be described as "funky". Meg, the co-leader of the pack, was wearing a red tank top with the word "Angel" written in glitter on the front, a black leather skirt with a slit on the right thigh, and black thigh high boots. She also carried a key chain that closely resembled a whip. She said she bought it in a novelty shop and thought it looked cool.

They soon arrived at the party where they met up with the rest of their friends. After exchanging greetings and commenting on how fantastic everyone looked, they split up, looking for some action. Rogue, exhausted from the walk and still in shock over the condition of her shirt, looked for a good place to relax. She flopped down on a couch in the far corner of the room. "Blasphemy," she mumbled. "Pure and all out blasphemy." She closed her eyes to try to erase the image of Meg ripping the sleeves off her shirt.

Then, out of nowhere, she felt like she'd just been hit by a wave. She was practically launched off the couch and made a something of a landing, now laying lengthwise on the couch. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar pair of blue ones looking back at her.

"So we meet again," Glenn said with a smile.

Noticing her head was in his lap, which happened to be a pretty comfortable place, she made tried to sit upright. She soon realized what had happened when she saw her feet in Mark's lap. Sometime during her relaxation, Glenn, apparently the more graceful of the two, had sat down next to her. And Mark, being the trouble maker that he was, just plopped his ass down on the couch, which set off a chain reaction of events with Rogue ending up in Glenn's lap, which really wasn't that bad a place to be.

"Enough of the small talk," Mark said after Rogue got herself settled. "Where are those fine ladies?"

"There are many 'fine ladies' around here. Be specific."

"Dammit, woman! You know who we mean. Where are Judi and Meg?"

"Oh.... I don't know... somewhere..."

"That's very helpful. What are they wearing? Give us something to go on."

"Us? We? You're the one doing all the talking." She turned to Glenn. "What do you have to say, slim?"

After thinking for a minute, he finally answered. "Do you think Meg likes long walks on the beach? 'Cause I like those and would love to walk on the beach with her with the waves washing over our feet and everything."

Rogue just stared at him for a moment. "Black leather skirt, red tank top, says Angel on the front, can't miss her, think I saw her by the staircase in the front. Go get her, lover boy." Smiling, Glenn got up and followed the directions he was given. Dayum, Rogue thought. He sure does look good when he walks away. Meg's gonna be a lucky woman.

"Why couldn't you be that direct with me?" Mark asked.

"Because you're not as sweet as he is. But I'll give you a break. She's got on a black leather vest, lavender blouse, black jeans, and black, steel toe boots. She's got a little toy gun that shoots suction cup darts. Just be careful. She's got great aim."

"Thanks," he said. They both stood up. She couldn't help checking him out. In his tight black t-shirt that showed off some very impressive chest and stomach muscles, and black jeans with a distinct bulge in the front, he was quite impressive. That had to be a sock, she thought. No one could possibly be THAT big...

After seeing Mark go off in search of Judi, Rogue made her way to the back of the house, looking for the back exit. She needed a breath of fresh air. On her way, she saw Jackie and Jeff standing in a corner, talking and giggling. There was Caitlin, stuck between two blond guys that looked like they were arguing over who would get to dance with her. And she looked more than pleased about that. She knew one of the guys was Edge, Caitlin's man. The other guy she didn't know, but heard Edge call him Christian. As she walked further down, she saw what looked like a beer chugging contest. It looked like the main competitors was a white guy with long black hair, a black guy, and some poor white guy with a bald head. And Shelly looked like she was cheering on the dude with the black hair. "Go Bradshaw!" she cheered.

She reached the back door and stepped out onto the porch. It was a clear, cool night. The stars were shining in the sky and there was a chill in the air. Soon the chill was a little more than she could handle. Shivering and teeth chattering, she swore to somehow, someway, get those people back for what they made her wear. She heard the door behind her open and close.

"Hi."

She turned around and saw Chris Jericho standing behind her. "What do you want?" The last thing she needed was Jackass Jericho in her face.

"You look cold," he said. "Here." He took off his long black coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. "This should keep the chill out."

Shocked by his act of kindness, she looked from him to the coat and back again. "Thank you."

"It's the least I could do. I'm trying to make up for all the mean things I've done to you in the past."

"Oh, really?" She wasn't sure if he was being sincere or playing another trick.

"Yeah. You're really a nice person and I wanna make good. I was only mean because your friends always surrounded you and I felt like I didn't have a chance with them around. Especially with Fyre and Thunder by your side."

"Fyre and Thunder?"

Chris chuckled. "Those are the nicknames I made up for Meg and Judi. I call Meg Fyre because sometimes she can be very warm and comforting. And other times she outta control and can burn your ass! And I call Judi Thunder because she's loud and intimidating."

"Fyre and Thunder, eh? And what about me?"

"You?" he asked. He put his arms around her and held her close. "You're my sweet, innocent, Roguey-woguey." He added a little peck on the nose for effect.

"Awww!" she said, blushing. "That's so sweet. But if you ever call me Roguey-woguey in public, I'll kill you."

"I'll be sure to remember that. It's getting kinda cold out here. You wanna go some place warm?"

"Sure."

The next afternoon, the group met up for brunch. They mostly chatted about the events that took place the previous night. Judi had "scored" with Mark. She hadn't said whether she'd gone all the way or not. After all, she was a lady. But she did imply that a good time was had by all. Bradshaw won the drinking contest and Shelly hooked up with him after that. Sully had rescued Test after he'd seen Stephanie McMahon, his girlfriend, making out with Hunter Hurst Helmsley, the resident jock. He was heartbroken to say the least, and Sully offered him a shoulder to cry on... among other things. Meg had had a great time with Glenn. She went on and on about how great he looked in his football jersey and those tight jeans. She even considered becoming a cheerleader. She, too, hadn't mentioned how far they went. But there was an obvious smile on her face.

"Has anyone seen Rogue lately? She didn't come back to the room last night." Caitlin said. The rest agreed that they hadn't seen her since they arrived at the party last night and had no idea where she'd gone.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and it was a beautiful Sunday morning. Rogue let out a big yawn and rolled over onto something smooth and hard. She smiled to herself and gazed at the person beside her.

"How's my Roguey-woguey this morning?"

"I'm fine, Mr. Y2J."

"Y2J? Where'd you get that from?"

"It came to me in a dream."

"Really. Tell me more about this dream."

"Well, in my dream, you, Glenn, Mark, and some of the other guys were wrestlers for some federation. And we were your adoring fans. And Meg and Judi made a terrific website dedicated you y'all. Well, mostly to Glenn and Mark. But we girls got to add stories and stuff and started a club to go along with the website. We had chats and had loads of fun. And everybody wanted to join our club and we were known far and wide as the Dark Lords Ladies. Cool, huh? And you and me had a little girl with blue eyes and red hair with little heart shaped buns. And her name was Chibi chibi. And you called yourself the Ayatollah of Rock and Rollah..."

"That was some dream you had. A wrestler, eh? I think I could handle that as long as i had you."

"You're so sweet. And thanks for letting me wear your t-shirt."

"No problem. I think you look great in it. Just don't let your girly-friends rip it up like they did the other one."

"I won't."

"And I love your Winnie the Pooh socks."

"Thanks." She cuddled closer to him and he wrapped his arms around her.

"Rogue?"

"Yeah?"

"What's a Chibi chibi?"