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Mark's POV

What in the hell was going on, I leave for all of twenty minutes and I come back to the rookie and Glen not talking. I looked between the two of them, Glen was trying to get his attention and the kid was ignoring him. After the meeting I headed to Glen's locker room and waited for him to appear, his segment was on first so we wouldn't have to wait around long before going out that night. The only one of the group that would be late was Jeff, he had a late match against Ken Anderson. But considering the group we would be hanging around with, we would be drinking late into the night. I lounged on the couch in the room and stared over at his bags, wondering what in the hell sparked the fight between the kid and Glen.

I was startled from my thoughts when the door banged open and Glen came storming through, holding his hand to a cut on his forehead. He looked at me and disappeared into the bathroom, not saying anything. Curious I followed him in and sat down on the side of the tub as he cleaned and dressed the wound. He just looked over at me and dropped down onto the toilet seat, then dropped his head into his hands.

"Soo, I thought that this skit was a no contact thing. Who busted ya open?"

"Cardona." He grumbled.

"Why?"

"Dunno, everything was going according to plan and as I was on my way out of the ring, he rushed me from behind and pushed me off the apron, then followed me down and started beating on me Myers then jumped down and restrained my hands as Cardona started to really land some blows."

"What did the rookie do?" I asked, not really wanting to know his involvement.

"He pulled them off and then straddled my waist, giving me time to block his hits and power out."

"So Rookie saved the day huh?"

"Why don't you call him by his name Mark? Is the name Justin so hard for you to remember?" Great I managed to piss him off even more.

"Why does it matter Glen?"

"It just does, do you know what it feels like when no one knows your name? Hell the new announcer Adamle can't even get his name right half the time."

"Uhhh, no I can't say that I can." I cocked my head at him, seeing that he was really torn up over it. "Fine, I'll start calling him by his name if it'll make you feel better."

"Don't think it'll matter." He grumbled as he got up from the toilet and headed back out into the main locker room.

"Why?" Damn me if I wasn't curious, what in the hell could have gone on between them to warrant that response.

"I pissed him off some how before the meeting." He said as he pawed through his bag for some clean clothes to wear that night.

"How did you manage that one?" I asked, thinking that if it got anymore complicated between the two I was going to head over to TNA, surely it couldn't be as bad there is it is here.

"I really don't know. One minute we were talking and I guess something I said pushed him over the edge." He said as he walked back into the bathroom to change.

"What did you say." I called from the couch.

I listened as he recounted the encounter and groaned to myself when he got to the last thing he said to the kid. He walked back into the room and looked at me funnily as I continued to shake my head and mentally condemn him for his carelessness.

"What?"

"Glen, did you even think about what you had said before you said it?"

"Honestly, I was too busy keeping myself from tossing him into an empty locker room and fucking him senseless."

"If you had done that, then this awkwardness would be over and both of you would be in my bed tonight." I groaned, thinking about how simple the solution was, if only one or the other would just swallow their damn pride and say ' I'm sorry'.

"Well genius, what pissed him off?" He asked, and I marvled at how dense he was being about this.

"Glen, you said that you don't share what's yours, but that night we both had him, we shared him. So in his mind he now thinks that you don't see him as yours. Which means that the rookie..sorry Justin wants to be dominated, owned, he's just waiting for you to make that move."

He looked at me and I grinned as he smacked himself in the head, and started wondering aloud how he could be so stupid. He finished dressing and soon we were on our way. As we reached the exit, the familiar sight of the rookie waiting on us made me smile. Maybe things weren't lost after all. As we got closer I seen the scowl on his face and held back a laugh, he looked more like a pouting child than a pissed of man. However I did laugh as Glen grabbed him and pulled him into a fierce kiss before breaking it off and heading out the car, not bothering to see if the kid was following or not.

The kid turned and looked at me as he drug his hand over his head, obviously confused. I decided to take pity on him and clapped him on the shoulder before heading out the door myself.

"Coming Justin?" I laughed once more as he stuttered about me actually knowing his name.

The ride to the bar was nothing special, I talked with the kid about the up coming story line and passed on the praise that Vince had given his reason about why Bam was turning Chavo. Glen however was being completely silent, looking into the rear view mirror often and locking eyes with the kid. I wanted to smack them both upside the head, I really did but I knew that it was going to take a while for them to work past this.

Once we were seated, Paul Wight came over and joined us, as did Cena, Layfield, Mysterio, Eddie(Fatu) and Matt Hardy. We all ordered some drinks and just kicked back, trading stories about the good ole days. Or as the fans call it on the message boards, the days when the WWE(F) had kick ass story lines. The table we were seated at was large round one, and some how I ended up with Glen on my right and the rookie on my left. Matt was laughing over the angle that he and Jeff did were they hated one another, and Eddie was wondering what they had planned for him now that he was on Smack Down.

I looked over at the rookie and seen that his eyes were glazed over and that he was swaying in his seat. The kid was drunk already, it wasn't even, oh hell it was 1am. I then looked over at Glen and realized that he too was pretty much gone, just like most of the others at the table. I pushed Glen out of the seat and held him up as I looked over at Eddie, he seemed to the be the only other one that was semi sober.

"Hey Eddie, will you grab Justin and follow me out?"

"Sure man."

Eddie got up and hoisted the kid out of his seat and followed me out of the bar. I knew that I had had too much to drink so I asked the bartender to call a cab for us. As we waited, Glen came around somewhat and leaned up against a street light, taking everything in. Just as he seen that Eddie was holding the kid the cab pulled up and I pushed him into the back, following him with the kid and then finally myself. I rolled the window down and thanked Eddie, letting him know that I told the bartender to call cabs for the rest when they were ready to leave. He smiled and headed back in, saying that he heard the sound of breaking wood. Laughing I gave the cabbie the address to the hotel and leaned back against the seat, turning my head so that I could watch the other two.

The ride to the hotel took less than a few minutes, but they still managed to fall asleep. Once there I pulled the kid out of the car and set him down on the curb while I roused Glen. After about five minutes we were on our way into the hotel, Glen stumbling along besided me, and the kid leaning on me. The ride up to the room seemed to take forever and just before Glen could nod off again the doors slid open and I pushed him down the hall to our room. I fought with the door then drug the kid through and dropped him onto the bed, then pushed Glen down next to him. In their drunked stupors they didn't feel or care that I stripped them down to their boxers and covered them up. After they were situated I stripped down and climbed in behind Glen, throwing my arm over his wait, my fingers brushing against the rookies back.

"Tomorrow morning is sure going to be interesting to say the least." I though as I drifted off.