A/N: Here we go again. Read, review, love or hate. If you recognize them, I prolly don't own 'em. Enjoy. HJ

Her drunk dreams, nightmares, were interrupted with the sounds of "Cult of Personality" ringing out from the phone beside her. Between the alcohol and the sleep haze, Rian didn't have the judgment to think before she answered. "Issit klobbberin time?" Rian stammered.

"Where are you?"

"Call me Alice. I'm having a tea party with a mad hatter and this damned Cheshire cat won't leave me alone. I hate wonderland."

"Hey! Moonshine! Focus. Where are you?"

"In bed."

"Rian, I know what happened last night." Phil was met with silence. Shoving the key into the ignition and turning the engine over, he continued to wait for a response.

"We aren't here right now, leave a message at the beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeep."

"Rian Green you answer me right now or I will go to every hotel in this town until I find you."

"You know where I am. Top floor. Suite."

"I'm on my way." His foot weighed down on the gas pedal a little heavier heading for the hotel he knew she had to be at. It had the best bar in town. No time to waste on elevators, Phil took the stairs two at a time. Finally making it the full ten stories and damn near out of breath Punk began banging on the door to the honeymoon suite. Even in her darkest hour, Rian maintained a sense of humor. The door swung open to the large room, bottles littered across everywhere. Quick glances, Phil's eyes darted all over the room looking for her. "Rian. Rian where are you?"

"White Rabbit, is that you?"

The soft voice came from the bathroom. It was immediately followed by the tell tale sound of too much alcohol. "Oh Alice, what have you done?"

"They all said 'drink me'."

"Come on fairytale, lets get you back to bed." Punk scooped her up in his arms and gently placed her back in bed. Sitting next to her, Phil brushed the bathrobe aside and saw the burned letter in her leg. He sucked in a harsh breath. "Rian I am so sorry I wasn't there for you."

"Alice always chases the rabbit, not the other way around."

"Rian! Be serious. No nic-names. No jokes. Tell me what happened."

"Well, I was sitting under a tree, reading a book and this rabbit ran by muttering something about being late...I fell down this hole...surrounded by all these bottles that begged me to drink them, so I did and amidst the spinning room I had a tea party with maddest hatter I've ever met and next thing I know I'm bent over the porcelain hearing the queen of hearts yelling 'off with her head!'".

"Rian."

"You already know or you wouldn't be here."

"Did you call the police?"

Rian scoffed. "On a McMahon? Be serious Phillip."

"I am!"

"How did you find out anyway?"

"Alex. And Shane. He bragged about being with you and how much fun you were."

"Oh, awesome. My turn at being locker room gossip. I've been waiting for ever for my turn."

"Rian!" Phil grabbed hold of her shoulders, "This isn't your fault."

"I should call down to the lobby, have them come and restock the minibar."

"This isn't helping."

"Maybe I'll just go down and buy another bottle of Jack from the bar tender. He thinks I'm cute." Rian stood up and wobbled to the door. Phil went after her, catching her just as she crumbled in drunken emotion.

"Rian, I am so sorry." Phil repeated wrapping himself around her as tightly as he could. She resisted and fought back for a few moments before sinking into the safety of her friend. Tears fell like rain. Her body heaved with sobs. Breakdown. The soft cries thru the whiskey breath sang a sort of lullaby of emotion.

"I don't know what hap-pened. Or how. I tried to-but I couldn't-and then he-and I tried-"

"Shhhhhh. I know. I know Rian."

They sat in the middle of the suite, embraced in one another with Rians cries filling the room with a whiskey lullaby.