Pretty soon Randy and John were drunk, on the stage singing "Wind beneath my wings" to each other. What else could I do? I laughed until it hurt – or at least until Rebecca swapped seats to sit next to me. She didn't seem too impressed with the show the boys were putting on for us.

"I can't believe how drunk they are" She told me with her eyes fixed on Randy. I didn't answer, it wasn't that hard to believe, I'd seen Randy in worse states, at least he was still walking and talking. "Doesn't it bother you?" She asked turning to face me.

"Not really, they'll regret it in the morning" I said, taking a drink. Rebecca let out a 'humph' in protest.

"Randy will regret it in about ten minutes when I take him home." She informed me. I wasn't too sure how much Randy would like that.

"Just leave him, he'll find his way home, he usually does. We tied him to a lamp post once and he still turned up in the morning happy as anything" I said smiling remembering the night.

"Doesn't it embarrass you?"

"Randy?" I asked, "Not any more, Randy goes out of his way to embarrass me, this is nothing"

"I thought you guys looked after each other" I laughed slightly. "At least that's what he says he's doing when he runs to you at stupid times in the morning" Suddenly her tone had become spiteful.

"Maybe you should talk to Randy about this, I'm really not the per-"

"Believe me I have" She interrupted me, "Why can't you just let us be?" A little stunned I didn't answer, how can someone change so quickly? Luckily the song finished and John came stumbling over to the table so I didn't have to reply.

"Baby, I'm drunk" He slurred leaning heavily on my chair.

"Really? I hadn't noticed" I told him trying not to laugh. "Would you like to go home?" He grumbled something, which I took as a yes. Anything to get me out of Rebecca's view – if looks could kill… Standing up and heaping together mine and John's stuff, I got ready to leave. I braced myself – getting ready to carry John, when suddenly he fell backwards into Randy, who some how managed to catch him and pick him up.

"Going already?" He asked, out of the corner of my eye I could see that Rebecca wasn't impressed.

"Yep, John's battered, and I have to be up in the morning." Looking over at John I saw that he had completely passed out now.

"Are you taking him home?"

"Looks like it" I laughed.

"I'll walk you and carry him to a taxi then" Randy said already walking out the door. "He's going to feel this in the morning" Randy said, referring to John, while I hailed a taxi. I laughed slightly,

"If he's that bad in the morning I'll give him my fool-proof hangover cure" A taxi came to a stop in front of us, and Randy put John in the back.

"So you're staying with him tonight?"

"Looks like I'm going to have to, I'll be his nurse for the night" I told him sitting next to John. Randy leaned on the taxi door.

"You don't have to do anything, I'll take him"

"Your nearly as bad as him" I said laughing and pointing at John who was now asleep. "It'll be fine. See you in the morning" Randy briefly smiled and closed the door while I gave the taxi driver my address.

"You know I'm very impressed" I looked over at John who now seemed quite happily awake. I looked around the cab, slightly worried I'd slipped into a parallel universe. "There was me doing my best and most embarrassing drunk act and you didn't flinch once, if I were you I would have walked away a long time ago, let or lone offer to take me home."

"That… that was an act?" I asked. Extremely confused.

"Of course it was an act. Like I would get that bad on the second date"

"Second date? Wait, why?" I asked, trying to work out just what was going on.

"Yes second date! I admit this one wasn't as romantic…" He told me taking my hand, "but I still took you out for drinks and that makes it a date for me" I just continued to stare at him… still very confused. "Ok, Rach, I'm sorry for acting like an asshole tonight. It's just, as soon as I saw you I just knew that I couldn't sit there all night before being alone with you, and I didn't think you would appreciate it if I just pulled you up and out of there…" I raised my eye brows, "so this seems like the best option, I get you all to myself, and no one thinks twice in there – no gossip" I looked at him stunned, then, all I could do was laugh.

"You've got it all worked out haven't you Mr Cena" I said leaning in close to him.

"I like to be in control Miss Jones" I raised my eye brows again and softly kissed his lips, quickly pulling back leaving him wanting more.

"Maybe I like to be in control…" John opened his mouth to reply but was quickly cut off by the taxi driver.

"Which house is it?"

"Welcome to my humble abode" I said, flinging my front door open. "It's usually a bit cleaner," I started, picking up the odd magazine and plate from the living area. "But I've been a bit snowed under with work recently" John just took the stuff away from me, putting it down on the coffee table and held my hands,

"It looks perfect to me" I felt a very girlie blush coming on, and decided to lighten up the situation.

"Right," I said letting go of his hands, "You make your self comfortable, I'll go make us some drinks, I've got coffee, but I think I'd rather have something a bit stronger, you?" John nodded at me "How does 2 vodka cokes sound?" He nodded again. "Back in a sec" I told him making my way to the kitchen, "sit! Relax!"

I reached up in the cupboard to grab two glasses, but had issues reaching. I guess one of the perks of living with a tall wrestler was that no jar lid was too tight and no shelf was too tall.

"Here, let me get that" I heard from behind me.

"I thought I told you to sit and relax!" I said, pretending to be angry,

"Now how can I relax knowing there's a beautiful damsel in distress just feet away from me?" He was smiling, that really sexy smile… my legs were melting. I was sure of it.

"Oh help me, help me!" I said with mock peril. "I need a big strong man to help me… I need vodka!"

"Don't worry Ma'am I will save you" He told me grabbing the glasses and ice from the freezer… "Those are nice pictures" He said pointing at the photos stuck to my freezer door. They were all of me and Randy over the entire time we've known each other.

"Thanks. Listen, this isn't strange for you is-" I couldn't finish my question as I heard my phone ringing. Taking it out of my pocket I eyed the caller ID, John looked over my shoulder and sighed – it was Randy. "I'll just go answer that, there is vodka and coke in that cupboard over there. Would you?" John nodded as I left the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and answered the phone.

"Yes Randy?"

"Hey Rach, just making sure you got in safe, John was pretty wasted you know" I sighed again.

"Yeah, we're both in now, John is sleeping it off" A little white lie wouldn't hurt now would it? "I'm just about to make a coffee," I said looking into the kitchen where John was sat at the breakfast bar, nursing his drink. I gave him a quick wink.

"So your both fine?" I could hear Rebecca in the background, and she didn't sound particularly pleased with the conversation. But then again she never seemed pleased. My mind went back to how John and Rebecca were earlier on that night, for some reason it just didn't sit well with me.

"Yes Randy of course we're both fine. Listen stop worrying. Go and enjoy the rest of your evening with Rebecca OK?"

"Are you sure you don't want me to come over, I know that John can be a bit of a handful sometimes" Rebecca pretty much went spare at that comment! I looked over at John again.

"I really think I'll be able to handle this, thanks Randy. See you tomorrow, yeah, bye" I said hanging up before he had a chance to reply. I walked back into the kitchen and picked up my drink, smiling nervously. "Randy, he worries you know?" John nodding, sipping his drink again. "Me and him – well – we are just friends you know? I know how it seems but-" John cut me off by putting a finger gently to my lips.

"Shhh" He told me, moving his hand from my lips and running it through my hair, I moved my head into his hand. "I know. It's fine. Even if there was anything going on I wouldn't have a right to be upset would I? Two dates doesn't make a serious relationship does it?"

"Well no," I said sitting down on the stall next to him. "but there's always potential isn't there? And isn't it best to get all these little things out of the way first?" John shifted in his seat to face me.

"This makes me think you have something on your mind. Come on"

"It's nothing really, I'm just being silly" John waved his hand, motioning me to continue. "It's just I saw you talking to Rebecca earlier. I didn't know you knew each other." John sighed loudly. He stood up and walked across the other side of the kitchen, finishing off his drink and pouring himself another.

"It's a long story, she's not what she seems" I looked at John for a bit more information, he read my mind. "Me and her go way back." He looked around the kitchen, everywhere except at me. He sighed again, looking so frustrated with himself. He looked down at the floor and nearly whispered, "She used to be an escort" I almost choked on my drink.

"What?! She was a prostitute?!" John's head snapped back to look at me.

"No! She was an escort!"

"Ok, Ok. Well how did you…?"

"I used her once or twice. Things had just gone wrong at home my career looked like it was going down the toilet and well…" I looked at him, unable to speak "It just happened, OK?" I looked down at the table, not really sure what to say. "It gets worse" He told me, taking a few steps my way. "This was years and years ago, I was so young!" He paused. "I didn't ever expect to see her again, let or lone expect her to show up working for the damn WWE! She immediately recognised me, and the spiteful bitch blackmailed me." I still didn't really know what to say… this was all going so fast – too much information in so little time.

"What?!" I said, a little louder than I expected.

"Yeah, said that unless I gave her X amount a month she would tell everyone in the WWE what I used to get up to."

"Does Randy know any of this?"

"He definitely doesn't know anything about the blackmailing or about me and her knowing each other before we worked at the WWE." I nodded, "But I don't know what she's told him about her own past."

An uncomfortable silence passed between us. I was trying to digest all of this information. She was a whore?! Randy had to know, he had to find out what kind of lying, backstabbing, low down, blackmailing bitch she was. John interrupted my thoughts,

"Listen Rach, I've never told a soul about this, I need you to do me a favour, please keep this to yourself, I'm paying a lot of money to keep this all quiet and-"

"Wait, your still paying her?" I asked him amazed.

"Well yeah, if anyone finds out about this I could get fired, I'm supposed to be a role model to kids for God's sake! Not to mention what would everyone think? God I've messed up" He said putting his head into his hands. I stood up, suddenly feeling that a hug was needed.

"Hey, everyone makes mistakes, and sometimes they come back to bite you on the ass. But we can sort this out. OK? This is all going to be fine." John looked up, pulling slightly out of our embrace,

"I don't disgust you?" I smiled kissing his cheek.

"Of course not! I respect you more than anything for being so honest with me! We'll get though this" I told him looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Well, if you want me to help you though this."

"Yes, yes I do. It feels so good to finally get this off my chest… I've kept this wrapped up for so long, it's been eating at me for years."

"Well, don't worry. I'm here for you, and I promise I won't tell a soul" I told him kissing his lips.