Randy's P.O.V
Dave led a reluctant Alex to the dance floor and left me with him. I looked around then noticed he had been talking to me.
"What?" I asked.
"You don't like me much do you?" He asked.
"Not really." I said honestly.
"Why?" he asked.
"I just don't." I replied.
He gave me a puzzled look then and understanding one.
"You have a thing for her, don't you?" He asked.
"I don't see how it's any of your business." I said.
He nodded and sipped at his drink. I took a healthy gulp of mine. I busied my self by glancing around the crowded club. Finally the song
ended and they returned.
"I'm claiming my sober dance before it's too late." I said smirking.
She rolled her eyes at me and I led her out onto the crowded dance floor. I pulled her close and rested my chin on top of her head. She
felt so good in my arms; I love her I thought to myself.
"You think to loud." She said.
"Sorry." I whispered.
"So what's on your mind besides sexual activities?" She asked.
"Damn you know me too well." I said.
"Randall…" She threatened.
"You know I'm going to have a serious talk with you one of these days about you calling me that, of course during other circumstances if
you feel the need to call me that, why then be my guest." I said.
She slapped my arm and I winced.
"Sorry you left yourself wide open for that one though." I said.
"Just be quiet, I like you sooo much more when your mouth is shut." She said.
"Well were going to have to fix that aren't we?" I said.
She slapped me again. She laid her head on my shoulder and we danced.
"Now who's thinking too loud?" I asked smirking, wishing she would tell me what she was thinking.
"Shut up Orton," she said.
The song ended and we went back to the table. Dave gave her a weird look as she had hurried back and I had followed at a more
leisurely pace. After a few more drinks she led him to the dance floor. I ordered another drink.
"Randy, you being drunk isn't a good idea, you'll just piss her off." Dave said.
"What do you want from me, Dave, to sit here and watch her dance like that with him?" I said.
"You're being stupid, Randy, why don't you just tell her? Oh, I know why you're too afraid that's why. Grow up Randy." He said.
"Fuck you, Dave, what would you like me to do? Go up to her and just out of fucking nowhere tell her? I can't do that, she thinks of me
as an older brother or some stupid shit like that. Yeah, I'm stupid but I just can't do that and fuck everything up!" I said.
"Ever think that maybe you wouldn't fuck things up?" Dave asked calmly as he sipped his beer.
I sighed.
"What if it isn't though, that's why I don't say anything." I said.
"That's your choice, and you'll have to deal with the consequences." He said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.
"It means dealing with just being a friend, and sitting back and watching her with other guys, like John." Dave said.
"I don't want to." I growled.
"Then grow a fucking pair, Randy!" Dave said.
One of the divas came by and asked him to dance and he left me alone with my thoughts and my beer. A few beers later, John came
back and sat down.
"Where's Alex?" I asked.
"Umm dancing with Dave." He said.
I nodded and glanced at the crowded dance floor.
"Oh." I mumbled to myself.
"She's a little tipsy, might wanna cut her off." He said.
I sighed,
"Thanks for the heads up." I mumbled getting up.
I went to the bar to get her one last beer and ran into Dave.
"Hey, where Alex?" I asked.
"She's uh dancing." He said.
I narrowed my eyes.
"With who?" I demanded.
"She insisted, she wouldn't listen to me so I came to get you." Dave said.
"Who?" I demanded.
"Copeland." He mumbled.
"You left her alone out there with Copeland, are you fucking stupid, what's wrong with you. God damn it, I'd rather her be with Cena." I
growled stalking onto the floor.
"Mind if I cut in." I said pushing Adam aside.
He glanced at Alex and took a step back.
"What are you thinking?" I ground out through clenched teeth.
"I was just dancing with him." She said.
"After everything he did, you can't even have a conversation with him." I said.
"He was apologizing and asked me to go to the doctor's with him, just as friends." She said.
"No!" I said forcefully.
"Excuse me?" she asked incredulously.
"I said no but what I meant was that I don't think it's that great of an idea, do you?" I said.
"That's just it I don't know, there is someone else but one minute they blow hot then they're fucking ice cold." She said.
"Who?" I demanded.
"It doesn't matter." She said quickly.
"I think it matters a lot." I said.
"Look if it's that big of a deal I won't go with him." She said.
"No, it's up to you. You're a big girl." He said.
She sighed.
"What's wrong with this?" She asked quietly.
"With what?" I asked.
"Never mind can I have one more beer then I will be done?" she asked.
"Come on, let's get wasted, Dave's buying." I said.
She giggled as I lead her back to the bar where Dave and John were sitting. We all ordered yag bombs and were quickly on our way to
getting smashed.
"Last Call!" The bartender yelled.
"Come on let's go back to the hotel, I have some yag and José, and Randy has a case." Alex said.
I helped her up and she jumped on John's back. He laughed, stumbled and quickly regained his balance. We walked back to the hotel
and after a few tries practically fell into the room.
Alex's P.O.V.
We were totally trashed when we got back to the hotel and we dug out our alcohol and sat down. John and I were on my bed and
Randy and Dave were on his. We started playing President's and Assholes and then when that became to complicated, we played
bullshit, and finally we played strip poker. I won and was quite pleased with myself, not to mention I got to see three of the hottest guys in
the business naked. We popped in a movie and all passed out on Randy's King size bed. I woke up the next morning squished between
Randy and John. I groaned as I turned my head to find Dave. Why I drink so much that I get a hangover I have no clue. I pushed at
Randy who groaned and rolled over. I sat up and crawled over John who mumbled something in his sleep and sighed. I hopped off the
bed and landed on Dave.
"Oomph." He grunted and grabbed me.
He wrapped his arms around me.
"What are you doing up so damn early?" He growled.
"Bathroom." I said quickly.
"Bathroom as in morning pee or bathroom as in hungover?" He asked.
"I think a little of both." I said.
He let me go and I stood up.
"Put some fucking clothes on!" He yelled.
I looked down and seen I was in a tank top and underwear. I came back and laid down next to Dave.
"Time." He muttered.
"It's only like 6." I said.
He groaned and threw the blankets over my head.
"Sleep." He ordered. I closed my eyes obediently and soon was fast asleep.
Dave's P.O.V.
I woke up and held back a groan. Note to self, never get drunk then pass out on the floor, it hurts too damn much. I stretched and
realized that there was a warm weight on my chest. I racked my brain trying to remember what happened last night. I lifted my head and
seen Alex, snuggled on my chest, sleeping soundly. I lifted the blanket and see she was in little more than her underwear, and I didn't
even have that much on. I remembered falling asleep on the bed than after Randy kept moving closer I just laid on the floor. Then I
remember getting up then coming back and falling asleep. I smiled as she shifted and sighed contentedly. I gently shook her and she
murmured sleepily. "Wake up, sleepy head." I whispered.
She groaned and buried her face deeper into my neck.
"Alex." I said in a singsong voice.
"I don't want to get up!" she whined.
"Too bad, your dad's probably looking for you, you have a busy day." I said.
She sat up, causing her to straddle me.
"I thought I was on the bed… did you pull me off to have your way with me?" she said smirking.
"Yeah, I couldn't keep my hands off you all night, and quite frankly, neither could you." I said dryly.
She sighed and laughed. She looked down at her self and blushed.
"Well I see we played strip poker." She said.
"Yeah, all your wearing is a tank top." I said.
"I have on underwear." She protested.
"Yeah, if you can call that underwear." I said.
"You wouldn't be protesting if it was any other woman but me." She said matter of factly.
"Wrong, I'd kill my girls if they wore that." He said.
"Dave, I am older than your girls, plus they don't count." She said.
I stared at her pointedly.
"I am right, admit it." She said.
"Go get dressed." I growled.
"Yes daddy." She said laughing and got up wrapping the sheet around herself.
I laid my head on the pillow and sighed.
"Well good morning to you too." She said, laughter apparent in her voice.
I pulled the pillow over my waist,
"Dressed…Now." I said closing my eyes.
My face felt like it was on fire and she giggled.
"Aw don't be shy now, David, you weren't last night." She said.
I opened one eye and seen she had on a pair of Randy's boxers and smirking. She tossed the balled up sheet at me and I got up,
simultaneously wrapping the sheet around my waist and stalked into the bathroom.