Chapter 4: So, We Meet Again...Sober

Randy and Mike stood there in the hallway leading to the stairs looking at each other for a moment, wondering what the other was thinking.

"You didn't fuck him last night while you were drunk off your ass, Randy. Act like you didn't fuck him last night while you were drunk off your ass."

"You didn't let him fuck you last night while he was completely shitfaced. Damn it, Mike play it cool!"

"So, how are you doing there?" John asked Evan, feeling extremely uncomfortable under the circumstances. He didn't think either of his friends knew how long they were just standing there staring at each other vaguely. It was getting a little creepy.

"Oh, I'm doing alright. Just getting me a soda," Evan said, desperately trying to lighten the mood that was threatening to cause the two would be lovers to snap.

"Hey, that's what we were just about to do," John said, smiling, but definitely not liking the situation at all. "Small world, right?" He let out a small laugh that only made the moment seem even more wrong to the average passer by; the unfortunate passer by being none other than Chris Jericho.

"Hi there guys. Um...What's going on?"Something seemed very wrong with the picture in front of him, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it.

"Oh, nothing we were all going to apparently get drinks from the vending machine," John's smile seemed a little off, but Chris didn't press the subject.

"Are you feeling alright there, Chris? You look a little sick." Randy breathed a little easier now that there was a distraction. "OK, cool. Focus on the sick guy."

"What? Oh, it's nothing. I just need to go lie down. I had this ham sandwich for lunch, and I think the meat was a little off."

"Man, that sucks," Mike said, instantly regretting his choice of words. No one was comfortable. "Great Job, dumb ass."

Evan winced at the words that came out of his friend's mouth. He desperately racked his mind for a way out of there.

"So, we are going to get that soda,"he said nodding his head more than really necessary. The four guys quickly made it towards the stairs with fake smiles, each wishing a speedy recovery for their now extremely confused friend.

The trip to the vending machine was uneventful. Both Evan and John were careful not to let Mike and Randy walk too close to each other. Small talk was slowly established as they made their way down to the small hotel lobby. Randy couldn't help but notice that Mike seemed pretty nervous still about being near him. That was not a good sign. He almost went to say something, but John grabbed his arm subtly and shook his head. This was not the time. Yet.

Having reached their destination, it looked like things were going to go smoothly. Until...

"Damn it, I don't have any change," Mike was rather annoyed with himself.

"Oh, don't worry about it," Randy said without thinking.

He reached over to hand Mike a couple of quarters. That's when it happened. He tripped slightly, falling against Mike for the briefest of moments, and felt himself blush ever so slightly. Mike, too, was feeling slightly red in the face, and it took monumental effort to not say something stupid. He managed to squeak out a "Thanks" before inserting the quarters in the machine, selecting his drink, and backing off towards Evan.

It was in that moment that he knew Mike remembered. Why else would he be acting like this? Mike remembered everything, and he needed to address the issue. There was only one thing left to do. He looked into Mike's now slightly worried face.

"Look, we really need to talk about this."

A/N: And there you have it folks! Chris Jericho did in fact eat a ham sandwich for lunch. Too bad about the food poisoning, but hey, life's a bitch. Nice set up for Mike's little slip up. (Yeah, I bet he wants something to suck. Wooo! But I digress.) Now, I this is where the story line gets a little tricky. My muses are debating about where they want this to go. (They are picky little bastards.) So stay tuned in, because I am looking at 2 or 3 chapters max. This is going to get crazy, Kids.