The night was finally over, at last.

Renee sighed back into the driver's seat of the car, her eyes waiting on the traffic lights to flash green so she could continue down the road. Her hand moved over the buttons on the built in radio to try and find something remotely decent, these radio stations were never anything good at night... or anytime during the day, really. The Canadian diva's eyes quickly switched from one thing to another; the traffic lights and the stereo, trying hard to keep at least the majority of her focus on the road... Surprisingly for Renee, tonight had pretty much been a near snoozefest for her part. The blonde woman was never one for wanting to leave a show as eagerly as she did right then, because she loved her job, but the night had seemingly dragged along so tediously that she could not wait to be done with the day. It was once again a fun and eventful show to observe, but she was hardly on a busy schedule and the majority of the show was just free time for her. Sure, it was cool to relax and talk to some of her coworkers, but she was so used to being productive and using the time wisely. The diva wasn't an exhausted kind of tired, but more so a drained kind of tired.

Her eyes snapped open as the green lights grabbed her attention, the blonde then hitting down on the exhilarator and turning down the next corner. Right now, there were probably only three things on Renee's mind: coffee, sleep, and food. All of which sounded odd together, but she really did crave all three. She knew she'd sleep after the coffee anyway, she was that tired. Hell, to get an even better night's sleep, she even considered hot chocolate as a substitute. Either way, she was starving and tired, and she wasn't exactly familiar with this town and its food establishments, so just driving until she could find somewhere to get some food was what she was going to have to do. She made sure to keep close to the hotel the superstars were staying at, thought, knowing that she would almost definitely get herself lost if she went too far out.

It wasn't long before she managed to find another McDonald's. Not surprising, they were everywhere, she had just avoided going and tried to find somewhere a little more, well, healthy and appetising. Shurgging, she drove through and parked. She knew could have used the drive-thru, but she'd rather eat somewhere that wasn't in this damn, low built car.

Renee stepped out and locked the car behind her, the diva shivering as the cold wind hit her cheeks. She was wearing a dress with ankle boots, but was wise enough to double up on tights and wear a padded and hooded jacket. This place luckily had no sign of snow yet, which she was relieved of, but the cold, harsh winds weren't exactly anything nice.

She didn't bother to push open the door herself, instead just pushing the button that opened the doors for her. "Psh, America," she muttered. Her heels clicked across the tiles of the floor as she approached the counter. "Just a hot chocolate and Big Mac, please." She smiled as she handed across the money and the cashier took her order. A Big Mac, gross, she thought. There wasn't much else she could grab to eat quickly anyway, so what the hell. The calories were shocking, but she'd just probably spend a little extra time at the gym tomorrow to make up for it, she supposed. Her eyes traced around the place, it was pretty much empty barring a few people. Maybe even familiar people... People who she actually knew. Her eyes stopped over at the table towards the back, and there sat the current most talked about Shield member, Roman Reigns. Her expression softened, Renee frowning slightly as he sat there alone, looking down at the table, his fingers tapping against the coffee cup his hand consealed.

"Your order, ma'am."

"Thank you very much," she replied, grabbing her food and hot chocolate from the counter. She turned and thought for a minute, wondering if going over to talk to him was the right idea. Honestly, Reigns seemed nice enough. Renee had come across him on a few occasions and had maybe even spoken to him. It wasn't much, but she at least knew they were on good terms. She decided to go for it and proceeded to walk over to the man, loud footwear and all.

He looked up just as she approached him, Renee knowing that he only did so because of her shoes, or else he wouldn't have cared or noticed, considering he looked so lost in thought. "Do you mind?" She asked, motioning towards the seat opposite him, her voice was low and soft, and Roman shook his head.

"Not at all."

She placed down her drink and burger and sat down. Her brows narrowed as she saw that he'd returned his gaze back down to the table, not an ounce of expression there. "I didn't come over here to be intrusive or anything, it's just... you looked so down and-"

"I know you didn't. I wouldn't expect that from you anyway."

Renee nodded, her eyes looking down for a moment, then back up. She took a sip of her drink and sighed. "Good, thanks. I'm sorry about tonight. I mean, you guys were just so tight, it's hard to think of you not getting along. From my understanding I know you're fine with Seth, well... I suppose you are. I guess it's just Dean that you two are having the issues with. I'm really not trying to give you any wrong ideas or cause trouble, I just... I hate to see you all like this after how close you were... or are, even." Renee frowned after she spoke. "Sorry, I really shouldn't have said any of that. I'm sure you're not wanting to discuss any of this outside of The Shield, I'll go."

"Wait," Roman quickly said before the woman could get up and leave. "Don't go. I know you're just trying to help, I appreciate it."

Renee nodded slowly, watching as the man's gaze lifted to meet hers. He adjusted himself more comfortably in the seat and brought his hands back to the cup before him. "Things are getting pretty rocky... to the point where I'd rather be elsewhere. The three of us together just doesn't seem to work because... it's a little more different than before. I'm fine with Seth, we're just a lot more distant than we were because of this whole thing. I guess you could say that it began when we lost the tag belts. Dean wasn't happy."

The blonde looked at him for a moment with a frown. "Wait, that isn't really fair for him to judge, when was the last time he defended his damn belt? I'm pretty sure you and Seth were the ones busting your asses with those belts on the line. He has no room to talk..."

The words drew a slight snigger from Reigns, a nice one... Which relieved Renee a little. He leaned back into the seat and his hands to his lap. "You're absolutely right, and this is what Seth and I say all the time. Dean's getting far too big for his boots, and it's seriously bringing us down as a team."

"Where are Seth and Dean?" Renee asked a little hesitantly.

"Dean went off to some party or something. He mentioned that he was going with a few other guys, so we just kind of left him to it. Seth's with Kaitlyn, which is fine. She came to me today and said he'd be staying with her for the night to give us all some space. She's pretty pissed off with Dean too, so you're not the only one outside of the group that is."

Renee nodded. "Yeah... Kaitlyn is pretty worried about you guys. I mean, of all the roster, she's the one that's the closest to you guys what with her being with Seth," she told him, a slight laugh coming from her. "She has a habit of telling me these things, so I guess she doesn't really go to anyone else with it. I say nothing, I swear."

Roman chuckled lightly at her hands making a jokingly defensive gesture. "Relax, I hear nothing but good word about you, so it's cool."

"That's a relief," she smiled. The woman noticed that with every slight laugh that was brought out of him, came an expressionless glare back down at the table. This whole thing really was bothering him. Renee had no idea what extent it was at now, but sitting here opposite one of the members and one of her coworkers who seemed to genuinely look upset, really made her feel sorry for him... To the point where she'd rather stay here, at McDonald's at 9pm, and try to at least make him feel a bit better.

"Are you busy tonight, Renee?"

Her eyes widened for a moment, and she shook her head quickly before it made her look like he just freaked her out. "No, I was just going to head back to my hotel room for the night and watch a movie, I'm pretty bushed. Why?"

Reigns drank the last bit of coffee in his cup - coffee that had unsurprisingly gone cool from him having it there in front of him for so long instead of drinking it - then spoke again. "I just wondered if you wanted to maybe do something for the rest of the night. I don't know what, it's just... I could really do with the nice company. Maybe not if you're tired, I completely understand."

Renee's eyes widened again, and she smiled at his unsteady expression. "No, I don't mind at all. I'd really like that. Do you have an idea or sorts?"

"Guess we could just watch a film and order pizza. It's still awfully greasy, but it doesn't really look like you're intent on eating that thing you just bought. And you really ought to eat."

"I know, thanks," she smiled. "Sounds liked a plan to me. Wanna go to my room? It's pretty cushty."

"Sure, that way there would be no drunken Dean stumbling in." The two of them stood up, Renee frowning at the huge bag Reigns slung over his shoulder. "You walked here?" She asked, knowing that if he had driven, he would have probably used the drive-thru, or just left the bag in the car.

"Yeah, it's fine. I needed it."

"It's a good thing that we don't have two cars to deal with, then. Ready to go?"

"Yep." The former champion followed Renee on, moving quickly to get in front of her to hold open the door. She looked up from digging in her purse and laughed. "Thank you very much, sir."

"More than welcome, madam."