A/N: So other than Sheamus retaining plus no cash in after, NOC was just the most freaking amazing and I couldn't be happier. Here's the next chapter! Enjoy the chapter :)
What a relief!
He'll carry you to sleep.
Randy stares at himself in the mirror, carefully eyeing the various wet spots all over his shirt. John just left. Well, was just kicked out of Randy's room.
He'd come trying to talk more about he and Punk, but Randy didn't want to hear it.
It started with Randy trying to ignore him, and then turned into Randy explaining to John that he didn't want to hear it, and that escalated to Randy yelling at John, and as always, the fight ending with John crying and Randy screaming insults and profanity at him. Though this time John didn't voluntarily leave. Randy had to practically throw him out.
Randy's never had to throw John out. Randy can yell, and scream, and think up of vulgar things to say for hours upon end. It's John who can't take arguments. Their arguments have always ended when John couldn't take anymore and walked away from the situation. Randy's never had to force him to go.
"He didn't want to go. He wanted to work it out. He wanted to fix things. He still cares. Why didn't I see that when he was here?" Randy asks himself, now beating himself up at how stupid he could have been.
He glances at the clock on the wall and sees that it's been 30 minutes since John left. Randy's just been staring in the mirror for 30 minutes, trying to think up of at least 5 reasons why he was justified.
He can't even think of one.
He had no right. But then again, when does he ever?
He just couldn't contain his anger!
Why Punk? He hates Punk so much! He's always hated Punk! Why did John have to go with him? He can't be all those things that John said! He can't be a better person than Randy! He just can't be!
But Randy saw him bring John flowers. He saw it with his own eyes. Randy's brought him flowers before, right? Yeah! On anniversaries, and dates, and stuff.
Well…after John told him, or reminded him. He's never surprised him with flowers.
Fuck.
Add that on to the list of things he should have done, but didn't.
At this point, all Randy wants is for his thoughts to disappear. He can't take all the things spinning around in his head. Most importantly, he can't take the mental image that's seared into his brain of John crying and pleading with him.
John tries so hard in this situation, and all Randy gives back is pure bullshit.
Randy heads back to the bedroom area, and begins going through his luggage. He pulls out a different t-shirt to change into, then grabs his wallet, and heads downstairs to the lobby. He exits the hotel and just begins walking absolutely anywhere till he finds a bar.
"Drink to remember, or drink to forget. I'll be drinking to forget, tonight." Randy mutters to himself as he enters the bar.
"O-O-One m-more plea-please!" He hears a familiar voice hiccup and slur their order out. He heads to the counter, and just his luck, there sits John, surrounded by empty glasses.
"John?" Randy calls out. "Ran! You're here! Hi!" John lazily smiles up at him as he throws his arms around him. "Stop, John. And quiet your voice! You're loud!" Randy hisses, removing John's arms from his body.
"You're yelling at me," John's face immediately turns sad, "Why are you still yelling at me? You were yelling at me earlier. I remember. You hurt me." John says, the hurt clear in his voice.
"Why are you here? What are you doing? And what the hell were you drinking?" Randy asks, completely ignoring what John said. Before John can reply, Randy picks up one of the glasses and sniffs.
Jack Daniels.
John's favorite drink.
Of course.
"It's delicious! Want one? That guy's supposed to be getting me another!" John says, then turns and bangs on the table, "Where's my drink? And he wants one too!" John starts yelling, and Randy quickly wraps a hand over John's mouth, and turns John back to face him. "John! Stop being loud!" Randy hisses again.
"You want one, sir? I think your friend's had enough though." The bartender says to Randy. "No, I don't want anything, thank you. And he doesn't need anything either." Randy replies. "But baaaby!" John whines.
"John, you need to go back to your room. You need to sleep this off. You're a complete mess." Randy sighs. "Can I sleep with you?" John asks, laying his head against Randy's chest, and wrapping his arms around Randy's waist. "That's not a good idea at all. What room are you in, John?" Randy asks, lifting John's head to look up at him. "I don't know." John laughs.
"Fuck. John. Please don't do this. What room are you in? Think hard!" Randy begs. "I don't know the number! I swear! I'm rooming with Philip though. I don't know the room number though! Does that mean I get to sleep with you now?" John asks. "No! You're not sleeping in my room! You're…you're sleeping with Punk?" Randy asks. "Yes. I'm sorry." John sticks his bottom lip out, then begins kissing Randy's chest through his shirt.
"Stop, John! Now I'm going to call Punk. He can come get you." Randy says, pulling out his phone. "No! Randy! I want to sleep with you! Please don't put me out again!" John begs, clinging onto Randy for dear life. "Stop being so loud, dammit!" Randy demands as he holds the phone to his ear.
"Randy?!" Punk aswers the phone, his voice holding a shocked tone. "Yeah, hi, Punk." Randy mumbles. "What are you calling me for?" Punk asks. "I'm at a bar up the street from the hotel. John is here and he's completely wasted. I was trying to take him back to the hotel, but he doesn't remember the room number. He said he's staying with you, is that correct?" Randy explains. "Yeah, he is. Is he okay? Where's the bar?" Punk asks. "Exit the hotel and it's two blocks to the left. And yes, he's fine." Randy replies.
"Hi, Philip!" John yells at the phone. "He's pretty bad. Please hurry." Randy pleads. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Thanks." Punk says, then hangs up the phone.
"Punk's on his way. He'll get you to your room safely so you can lay down." Randy explains to John.
"Why are you doing this to me? I want to sleep with you!" John tries to explain. "Well you can't! You have him! If you slept in my room, things would happen, I'd be taking advantage of you, and you'd be pissed at me in the morning. I'm quite sick and tired of us fighting. Now leave it at that!" Randy explains.
"But I want to kiss you." John pleads. "I don't care." Randy replies.
"Kiss me." John commands. "No." Randy replies.
"Kiss me!" John commands, louder. "No, John!" Randy says back.
"Kiss me, Randy! KISS ME!" John yells. "Stop it! Shut up!" Randy yells, throwing a hand over John's mouth.
"Then kiss me!" John demands. "If I do, will you please stop yelling?" Randy asks. "Yes." John bargains, smiling up at him.
Randy rolls his eyes, then leans down and kisses John. John wraps his arms around Randy's neck, pulling him closer, trying to deepen the kiss. Randy allows it for a moment before pulling away.
"Stop, John. You have Punk, remember?" Randy mentions.
"Please let me sleep with you. You're mad at me. I don't want you mad at me. I have to make it up to you! I have to make you love me again! Why don't you love me?!" John's getting himself all worked up into a panic, and there's tears threatening to fall from his eyes again. "Stop! Please stop. Please don't say that! That's not—"
Randy's cut off by the sound of Punk's voice. "John, babe, are you okay?" Punk approaches their area. "Philip!" John yells, jumps out of the chair, and collapses against Punk.
"Hey, baby. You alright?" Punk asks, kissing at John's face. "Please take me away from here. I don't want to be hurt anymore." John says into Punk's chest, eyeing Randy.
'What?' Punk mouths to Randy. Randy just shrugs, not wanting to let Punk in on what's going on, obviously. "Thanks for coming. Good luck with him." Randy mumbles, then walks off.
"Randy!" He hears John yell out, but he just does his best to ignore him and keep walking.
He stands in a corner as he waits for Punk to manage to drag John out. He just engrosses himself in the game on TV till he thinks Punk should have gotten John back to the hotel.
He's not up for the bar scene anymore. Especially this one. Now the recent sight he just saw is what's branded into his mind.
He gathers himself up and heads back to the hotel.
Once safely in his room, he checks the self-serve bar, pulls out some liquor, and downs it, determined to get rid of his emotions one way or another.
He doesn't want to think about the argument.
He doesn't want to think about John's tears.
He doesn't want to think about putting him out.
He doesn't want to think about what happened at the bar.
He doesn't want to think about John being with Punk.
And he damn sure doesn't want to think about how he knows that Punk's such a better choice, and that John's...better off with Punk.
A/N: Aww, poor Randy! & Poor John! Again! They just can't seem to get it right. Please leave reviews with your thoughts/comments/guesses/etc. I'll update again Wednesday! Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading :)