"You wanna go dancing tonight? Your famila…"

"Familia." She corrected.

"Whatever, is gonna be there." Randy asked Tony.

"I think I'm gonna stay in. never was much of a party girl, thanks anyway Orton." She replied.

"Kay, night." He told her as she entered her hotel room.

She took a deep breath, no more parties. She changed into her pjs, a.k.a. a pair of John's old boxers and one of his t-shirts. They had long since lost his scent, but somehow they still comforted her. Curling up in bed, sleep overcame her, it had been a long day.

She awoke with a start. She was back in the trainer's room. John was lying on the table, naked, in front of her. Glancing down at herself she realized she was naked too. "What happened?" she asked.

John jolted up and fell off of the table, landing on his hands and knees. She jumped up and ran to his side. He rolled over on his back a huge smile on his face. "You don't remember? Damn baby was I that bad?"

"What?" she squealed. Oh my God, she thought. "No, um…John, you're never bad." She squirmed a little in admitting that.

Leaning up he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Since you don't remember what happened, you want me to refresh your memory?" he asked smiling.

She bit her lip, no pain. A dream. Moving to straddle his hips, she smiled, no consequences, it wasn't real. "How about I show you?" she said moving down his body.

Ring, ring, ring.

"Hello?" she said groggily answering her cell phone.

"Hey sweetheart, were you asleep?" John asked over the music.

"Nope, I'm awake. Where are you?" she asked flipping on the light.

"I'm at Grade 9, the club. That's actually why I'm calling. I got pick pocketed of what little money I brought with me, and I'll say face, I'm a little drunk." John said chuckling.

"Stay put. I'm on my way." She replied getting out of bed.

"Thanks babygirl. I owe you one." He slurred before she hung up.

She pulled on a pair of baggy jeans over her boxers. Now she officially looked like John. Once down in her rental she realized she had forgotten to put on a bra. Oh well, forget it, she thought, it's not like he's never seen you without a bra. Besides you're in his clothes, and he's drunk, he's not going to notice.

She had to park two blocks away from the club. Luckily the bouncer at the club recognized her, and she didn't have to stand in the clock and a half long line to get in.

John was at the bar, and he looked like he was about to either collapse or at least fall off of the bar stool. "Okay big guy, let's get you out of here." She said patting his arm.

John laughed slightly. Leaning up he put money in the bartender's pocket, then said. "That's Tony. She's taking me home."

"Yeah, okay." She replied pressing through the crowd.

"Where are we going?" John slurred, stumbling along with her.

Once outside where things were quieter, she asked. "How much did you drink? You sounded tipsy earlier, but damn. Does the bar have any liquor left?"

He sputtered and laughed. "Yes, but not much."

"Great." She said grabbing his arm and pulling him down the street. "You are completely wasted. Get in the car." She declared annoyed.

John hit his head attempting to get in the car. "Damn!" she declared getting over to the passengers' side. John was half laying in the car, legs sticking out the door.

"That's what you get for drinking." She said leaning in the door to help him. Unfortunately for both of them, John leaned up at the exact same time. "Good thing I know how to take a head butt."

"That's pretty sobering." John replied swinging up in the car quickly, causing her to fall in his lap, still holding her head. "You aight?" he asked her.

"Yeah." She groaned. "This is what I get for helping."

"Well at least I'm not driving drunk." He explained.

"And drunk you defiantly are." She said patting his arm.

"Wanna' take advantage of me?" John asked with a smile leaning into her.

Placing her hand over his face she pushed him back against the seat. "You wish!" she replied getting up.

"I probably wouldn't remember anyway." He mumbled as she walked to the drivers' side.

She gave him a lecture all the way back to the hotel. He didn't hear a word. In his drunken state all he did was stare out the window, and think. Not a good thing. All he could do was remember all those times he had gotten drunk and blacked out. He didn't remember several nights, or what he did. There had been nights in the past when he'd woken up in a cold shower, in a pool of his own vomit, surrounded by naked women, even once in a pool of his own blood. He still remembered a couple of nights waking up, a splitting headache, naked beside Tony, her clothes ripped and scattered throughout the room.

He had hurt her that night, literally. She had been sore for days, and all he could do was watch her limp. Nights like that had caused him to quit getting drunk around her. Every night since then when they had been together, he had called a Hardy to come get him. He hadn't even been able to talk to her about it. He had been afraid of what he had done, afraid he might have raped her. Leigh finally told him what Tony had confided in her. The thing he had been so afraid of their first night together, was what had happened. She had had experience with him, and for two to three days after those nights she would be bo-legged and need baths instead of showers. The nights never stopped her from wanting him around. Once, he finally got her on the subject, her answer had been, "It felt fantastic while it was going on, it just hurt in the morning. You were great, I'm just not used to a marathon." That was beside the point. He hated not being able to remember those nights. Tonight had been the first time he had gotten truly drunk since the last time he had fucked her unmercifully. And yet the first drunken night in years, and he called Tony to come get him.

"I shouldn't have called you." John said as she helped him inside.

"Why?" she said pressing the button for the elevator.

As the elevator doors opened and he stumbled inside, he replied. "I made a promise years ago I wouldn't be around you when I was drunk. Broke that didn't I?" he replied.

Pressing her floors button she replied. "Shut up. We never did anything when you were drunk that I regret." As the doors rolled back open she continued. "We never did anything I regret."

"This isn't my floor." He said following her down the hall.

Sticking the card key in the door she replied. "No it's my floor, and I'm not leaving you alone when you're wasted, now go inside!" she told him holding the door open.

Leaning against the door frame he asked, "Why do you care?"

Grabbing his shoulders she shoved him inside. "Because I do." Was her reply.

"You just want me for my body." John replied plopping down on the bed kicking off his shoes.

"You caught me." She retorted unbuttoning his plaid over shirt. "I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby." She said in the most sarcastic tone she could muster. Rolling her eyes she unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts pulling them off too. John had just about quit moving, so she flipped on the bathroom light, left the door cracked, and flipped off the main lights. "Night Cena." She whispered as she pulled her pants back off and crawled onto the couch. She curled up into a ball attempting to sleep.

John leaned up and saw her curled up on the couch. Reaching down he pulled one of the blankets off of the bed, and got up. She appeared to be asleep. Dropping the blanket over her, he leaned down, brushed her hair back, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Night Tonya."

As he walked away she opened her eyes and watched him go. Damn, if I only knew he wouldn't remember things in the morning. She let out a bottled up breath, no, no way! Closing her eyes again she remembered way back to one of Johns drunken nights, and her own too.