A/N: Sorry this one took a while to get out, writer's block has been plaguing me! I want to take this moment to apologise for taking part in the ridiculous strike that happened on this site last week. I wish I hadn't been so stupid to get involved in it and I feel like a prize idiot now. I love my reviewers and the people who fave/alert my stories and I promise never to be so selfish and egotistical again. So, with that out of the way...thank you to: GreyLionDiva, Aura Master, JenniferRayne, Souless666, Tenshi no Koneko, Kyahbell, Christina89 and BronzeDragonFlower! You guys really do make my day, I would certainly not have gotten far with this one without you guys! I've never written comedy before, so it's nice to know I'm doing okay :D

The night went far too quickly for Tahni's liking and she and Chris spent thirty minutes trying to convince everyone to convene in the lobby to continue their merriment. Tahni even offered to supply the beer. Much to her disappointment and much to the relief of the staff at the hotel, the others declined. Tahni allowed Glen to steer her towards her room, complaining very loudly and then singing Slow Chemical (badly) at him, as if to annoy him into submission. He simply rolled his eyes, stopping as they reached her door. "How much have you had to drink, Cauldwell?"

Tahni lifted her hand, presenting four fingers at him. He snorted. "You're drunk on four beers?" Tahni shook her head fervently, looking insulted. "Not drunk. Besides it was one beer, three tequilas."

"Riiight. That makes it so much better. Silly me."

"Exactly! Silly Glen! Silly, silly Glen!"

"Bed time, Tahni."

"Hey, Kane-"

"Glen."

"No, you're Glen. I'm Tahni."

"You called me Kane."

"I did not!" Tahni looked completely scandalised and waved her finger at him threateningly. "Don't try and confuse me, Mark."

"Glen."

"No, you're Glen. I'm Tahni. Duh. God, how drunk are you?" Glen laughed and restrained the urge to throttle the tottering woman in front of him. He reached around her and opened the door, pointing inside. "Bed." Tahni glanced over her shoulder, then looked at him and clapped like a teacher might to a surprisingly clever kindergarten student. "Ooh, well done! You got it right. Yes, Steven. That is a bed."

"Where the hell did you get Steven from?!"

"I have a Steven? Where?" Tahni began looking around and Glen groaned out loud, then gently shoved her into her room. Tahni backed up, looking shocked. "Dude, you know I love you, but…not like that!"

"Go to bed, Tahni!" Glen glowered at her, trying not to be amused. He then turned to leave, but as he reached the door, he heard a thud followed by Tahni's voice. "Ah, shit. Hey, John, I think I broke my foot." Glen rolled his eyes and turned to see Tahni sat on the floor by the side of the bed, rubbing her foot. He walked over to her and lifted her easily into his arms, dumping her unceremoniously on the bed. She let out a small scream and scrabbled about for a moment, before sitting up. Her short hair was sticking up in every direction and she was pouting at him. "That wasn't nice."

"Goodnight, Tahni."

"Night, Mike…Shit! Mikey!" Glen frowned a little, watching as Tahni suddenly dived towards the phone and began punching in numbers. "Um..Tahni, it's three in the m-"

"Shush, Thomas. Very important phone call. MIKEY!" She suddenly squealed down the phone and Glen shook his head, leaving her to it. On the other end of the phone, Mikey was unimpressed by the three am phone call from his best friend. "Tahni? What the hell?"

"Michael, I just wanted to say, that I love you very, very, very, very much and I am very, very, very, very sorry I haven't called."

"Um…are you drunk?"

"NO! Why would you say something like that?"

"Because you're calling me at three in the morning and telling me you love me…and apologising for not calling when you called yesterday afternoon."

"Minor details. Shut up. I love you."

"I love you too, T."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"Don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"Do."

"I kissed Randy Orton."

"D- WHAT?!" Tahni winced, holding the phone away from her ear slightly, before giggling. "He wouldn't shut up."

"So you kissed him?!"

"Yep."

"…"

"Mikey?"

"You hate Randy Orton."

"Yes, I do."

"Then why did you kiss him?"

"It shut him up."

"…Was it good?"

"Ew! Mikey!…yeah."

"Holy shit, Tahni."

"I know."

"So…"

"The Undertaker stole my beer."

"What?"

"Yeah…then Glen stole the other one. I still think he's Kane really, Y'know. He just pretends that he's not. He's a sneaky one."

"Tahni…"

"Yah?"

"You kissed Randy Orton!"

"Did I?! Holy shit! That's disgusting!"

"Goodnight, Tahni."

"Huh?" The line went dead and Tahni stared at it in bemusement, then shrugged and wriggled out of her clothes before laying down to sleep, the night's events becoming nothing more than a muddle of confused dreams.

Thud. Thud. Thud. "Owwwwwwwww." Tahni groaned, rolling onto her stomach and stuffing her face into the pillow. It sounded like someone was banging on the inside of her head. She squeezed her eyes tight shut, her hands threading into her head. Thud. Thud. Thud. Wait a minute…her head shot up and she instantly regretted it, wincing. It wasn't someone banging on her brain, there was someone at the door. She squinted a little in the direction of the door and then grimaced. "Who is it?" She called out, then winced again, holding her head.

"It's Glen."

"Fuck off."

"Are you decent?"

"No. Fuck off." Without further warning, Glen opened the door and walked inside with a paper bag in one hand and a coffee in the other. Tahni glared at him, sitting up. Glen quickly averted his eyes and Tahni looked down. What was the big deal? She had a bra and shorts on. She shrugged and then grabbed a t-shirt from the floor beside the bed and pulled it on. "You can look now. Prude." She grimaced again as her own voice set of drums in her head. "Ow." She said weakly. Glen chuckled and set the bag down next to her, putting the coffee on the bedside table. "A bit fragile, this morning?" Tahni flipped him off and then rooted around in the bag, pulling out the fresh bagel. She looked at it like it was something holy needing to be worshipped, then devoured it. Glen watched in amazement as she made the bagel disappear in just a few seconds. "How are you not fat?"

"Pure talent." Tahni explained, picking up her coffee. Glen sat down beside the bed, looking at her with an amused expression. "So, do you remember kissing Randy last night." Tahni spat coffee everywhere and then turned to stare at him. "What did you say?"

"Oh come on, you weren't even drunk at that point!" Tahni looked thoughtful, then shook her head. "I did have a couple of beers before we went out." Glen snorted and shook his head. "Yeah, you kissed Randy."

"Oh, ew!" She suddenly hopped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door. The next thing Glen heard was the shower running and Tahni gargling and cursing.

A/N: I've had a couple of messages about some of the terminology I've used from time to time and just wanted to remind my readers I am British, so my knowledge of American terminology is limited and I only go on what I know. I'm sorry if I get it wrong now and then, I do the best with the resources that I have :D