Stephanie McMahon had just finished working and was about to leave home when John Cena entered her room not behaving like himself.
"Yo, Steph! Man… you are hot! I mean… damn, you are fine! How come you won't let me go out with you? You need someone like me." John said in a slurred way.
"Umm, John, what's the matter?" Stephanie asked.
"Nothing! Nothing at all, babe. Just had some fun. Whoooo!" John hollered.
"No, John, I think something's wrong with you. What did you do?" Stephanie asked concerned about her friend.
"Nothing." John said in a childish way.
"John." Stephanie said sternly.
"Okay, okay. I know I can trust you. We're friends. Buddies. Amigos…" John rambled.
"Yeah, I know what we are." Stephanie interrupted.
"Shh… don't tell anyone… but I am so drunk!" John said as she tried to retain from laughter.
Stephanie's eyes widened and then closed her eyes, looked away and sighed in disbelief. She sat back on the leather chair behind her desk and covered her face with her hands.
"Oh, God, this can't be happening." Stephanie pleaded.
"God's here!?" John asked looking around.
He got up and searched around the room trying to find God.
"Yo, God… I got some questions for you." John said as he looked behind the couch.
"John, stop it!" Stephanie yelled.
John fell over the couch and Stephanie ran up to him to see if he was okay.
"I think God's playing hide and seek with me." John said as he rubbed his head. "Man… he's rough player."
"John, listen. I need you to get up. Come on." Stephanie said as she tried to help John get up. "Come on. Slowly."
John grabbed onto the couch and tried to keep his balance but tumbled on top of Stephanie.
"Whoa!" Stephanie said and quickly caught him before he fell again. "Be careful. Okay… can you at least stand up without my help?" Stephanie asked.
"Mmm… let me try." John said.
Stephanie backed away and checked if John could stand up by himself. John slowly took his hands off the couch and maintained his balance.
"Good. Okay. Good. Now listen, I'm going to take you home. Okay?" Stephanie asked.
"You're sleeping over?" John asked.
"No! No. No, I'm just going to take you home because you're not well enough to be going home by yourself." Stephanie explained.
"Man... and I thought I was gonna get laid by someone like you tonight." John groaned.
"With that breath, I doubt you will tonight or even tomorrow." Stephanie said under her breath.
"Okay, listen, when we go outside, don't say a word. Okay? I'll do all the talking. You just stay quiet so no one finds out you're drunk." Stephanie explained.
John, still acting like a child, "zipped" his mouth shut and handed Stephanie the "key". Stephanie looked at him as if he's lost his mind but went along with it. She put his left arm over her shoulders and held onto it with her left arm while resting her right arm on his waist so he wouldn't lose his balance again.
"Ready?" Stephanie asked.
John nodded and the two walked out of the office.
"Hey John. Hey Stephanie. What are you two doing?" Randy Orton asked the two as he walked by.
"John's just waking me to my car, then he's going home." Stephanie answered as John nodded.
"That's nice of you, man. I'm gonna be leaving soon anyway. I'll see you during the weekend at that house show in California." Randy said.
"Okay, take care, Randy." Stephanie said with a smile and she continued to walk with John.
The two finally arrived at the limo and Stephanie helped him get in.
"Okay. In you go." Stephanie said as she helped him get inside. She got in the car with him and told the driver to take John home.
"What the hell is the matter with you!?" Stephanie yelled.
"Stop yelling! My head hurts!" John replied as he held his head.
"Well, if you didn't get so drunk, this wouldn't have happened!" Stephanie replied. She sighed and sat back and waited for the limo to arrive at John's house. When it arrived at his home, Stephanie helped John get out and took him home.
"Okay, listen, when you get home… go to bed…" Stephanie started.
"Oh, ho! Can't wait!" John said happily.
"No, John, nothing is going to happen. You're going to bed to get some rest and I'm going to go home." Stephanie explained.
"You're no fun. No wonder you don't got no man." John said.
Stephanie knew he was just drunk and ignored his remarks.
"Better yet, John… when you go home… go to the bathroom and force yourself to vomit." Stephanie replied.
"Why?" John asked.
"It'll help you sober up before you get a hang over." Stephanie replied.
John groaned and agreed to do such a thing.
They went upstairs to the bathroom and Stephanie left John alone in the bathroom to vomit. After waiting for about fifteen minutes outside the bathroom, she knocked to see if everything is all right.
"Umm… yeah." John answered.
"John… what are you doing in there?" Stephanie asked.
"Nothing… just forcing myself to throw up." John answered.
Stephanie didn't believe him at all and asked John to open the door.
"Steph, I'm serious. I'm not gonna lie to you." John replied.
He vomited once more in the toilet and Stephanie was now convinced that he really was throwing up.
"Are you done?" Stephanie asked.
"Umm… yeah." John answered.
He flushed the toilet and washed his hands. He opened the door and looked a little better than before.
"Good, now go to bed and try to sleep on your side. If you throw up while you're sleeping you may choke and die." Stephanie replied.
"Oh! Now you got me all scared!" John whined.
"Do you want me to stay here and watch you sleep?" Stephanie asked.
"Well, now that you said the whole choking thing, yeah!" John replied.
Stephanie sighed and looked at her watch.
"All right, fine. I'm not doing anything tonight anyway." Stephanie replied.
John went to the bedroom and crashed on the bed and Stephanie sat in the corner on a chair and watched him sleep.
It was almost two in the morning and Stephanie was feeling sleepy but was afraid that if she fell asleep, John may sleep on his back or on his stomach and vomit. She got up and went downstairs to the kitchen.
"There's gotta be something here to keep me up." Stephanie replied quietly.
She looked around and found some Foldger's coffee grains and made herself some coffee.
"This'll keep me up for at least another three hours." Stephanie said.
Coffee was ready shortly after and poured some in a cup and went back upstairs. She saw John sleeping and realized that he meant more to her than she ever thought. She cared for him more than ever.