An hour later, they sat at the bar surrounded by empty glasses. Christian held his head in his hands. A smack to the back of Edge's head sent his face careening into the bar. "Hey Edgester, Christian! What's up?" Kurt Angle stood behind them, oblivious to their suffering, and smiling. "Kurt, we decided to drink Edge soda and rum. Christian's blue eyes looked dead as he looked at his friend. Edge lifted his head up from the bar and turned to see Kurt. "Owww...." he rubbed his head and ran his fingers through his long hair. "Alcohol?" Kurt asked, ignoring Edge's pain, "I've never had that." He took a seat beside Christian at the bar. "Bartender, can I get what they're having?" He called out. The woman rolled her eyes and nodded. "She wants me." He whispered to Christian, who nodded drunkenly. "I feel weird." Christian announced. "We should go back to the hotel." Edge nodded in drunken agreement. He stood up to his full height of 6 feet,4 inches and walked around to Kurt's seat. He put hs head down on his shoulder and closed his eyes. "Kurt, I need a nap. Drive us home!" Kurt shook his head, causing Edge to stumble. "I just drank. I'm not driving. Go lay down in the car. You'll feel better." He told the tall blonde. He pointed to Christian, "Look, he's ok." Christian was passed out at the bar with drool coming out of the side of his mouth. "Ok, but carry me." he demanded sleepily. Christian began to snore. Kurt laughed in disbelief. "Carry you? But I can't.." He saw Edge's pout. "Oh jeez...ok fine, I'll carry you out to the car." He groaned and lifted the tall man into his arms. He stumbled out the door under the weight of his friend. When they reached the car, Kurt fished in the pocket of Edge's leather pants to find the key. "Kurt, I never knew you felt this way.." Edge started. "Quiet! I'm only doing it because I felt bad. I am not gay." He placed the almost unconscious man in the front seat and pushed it back all the way. "Can I have a story?" he asked as he closed his eyes. "No." Kurt slammed the door of the SUV. When he went back into the club for Christian, his jaw dropped.
