Randy stood outside the arena, cigarette in hand, waiting for John to come outside. Randy knew he was early, but he didn't care, it didn't take that long to put on jeans, a t-shirt, boots, and a hoodie.
"Ready to go?" he heard someone say.
Randy looked over and there stood John in blue jeans, a black tank top, black hoodie, and black sneakers.
"Yeah," he replied, dropping his cigarette and stomping it out "I'm ready to go."
They walked to John's car and go it. "How about instead of a beer we grab some food?" asked John.
"Sounds good to me," replied Randy "Where do you want to eat?"
"Do you have any objections to Burger King"
"No."
"Okay."
John ordered their food and Randy grabbed a table. John brought the food over and sat down across from Randy. They unwrapped their food and began to eat.
"Congrats on your win over Big Show" Randy told John.
"Thanks," said John "Congrats on your victory over Jack Swagger."
"Thanks."
"So what do you want to do after this?"
Randy shrugged his shoulders and chewed his burger thoughtfully. "What do you want to do?"
"You" replied John.
Randy choked on his burger, quickly grabbing his drink and taking a big gulp. When he could breath again he asked "What did you say?"
"Dude," said John "It was a joke."
"Oh" said Randy softly, turning red.
John wasn't joking, but he wasn't going to let Randy know that.
Dinner finished in awkward silence. No sooner they were out of Burger King and in John's car, Randy lite a cigarette.
"Do you need a cigarette?" asked John.
"Right now I do" replied Randy.
"Why?"
"Cause I just do!"
Yet again things shifted into an awkward silence.
"Can you just take me back to my hotel?" asked Randy.
"Okay" he replied.
Randy looked over at John, he looked upset. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," said John "It's my fault."
"No it's not."
John didn't answer, he just gripped the steering wheel tighter.
Randy sighed and went back to starting out the window,
"We're here" said John.
"Thanks for the ride" said Randy.
"No problem."
"John-"
John held up his hand and said "Don't say anything."
"Okay."
Randy got out of the car and said "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah," said John "See you tomorrow."
He watched as Randy went into the hotel. John put his head ont he steering wheel and said "You really know how to fuck things up Cena."
He knew that he fucked up, that Randy would never want to talk to him again.
Because of his screw up Randy was going to remain all alone.
