A/N: Yea, last chapter was kinda um, interesting! Yea, I was in a really weird mood! Anywho, on wit my story! I haven't done this in a while so, I only own Sara n Bri, anyone else mentioned owns themselves. ENJOY FOLKS!

Husband seen Shaking head…

Randy's POV:

I still can't believe how wasted Sara got last night. I had been watching the girls the whole night, because I knew that they were going out to take Sara drinking and I didn't want them getting into any trouble. Dave had come with me, because he said that four drunk chicks would be impossible for me to handle on my own. I was glad for the help later on. Those girls are PSYCHOS when they are drunk! Dave and I caught them after they left the piercing/tattoo parlor, unfortunately we hadn't got there in time to stop them from getting any piercings. Trish was actually really quiet, Stacy was about half passed out, Victoria was running around clucking like a chicken, and Sara was running up and hugging anyone that was moving. Luckily I caught her before something happened. She had run up and hugged this really skuzzy looking older guy, and was leaving when he grabbed her arm. She couldn't stop laughing and fell to the ground, and I ran over and ran the guy off. I pulled her back up to her feet, and then she hugged me.

Flashback

"Aww, thanks buddy ole pal ole Randy!" Sara slurred, as she hung on to my arm.

"No problem Sara. Come on, lets get you back to the hotel." I replied, helping her walk. I was amazed that Sara was still standing, she had drank almost one of every drink they had at the bar!

"I got a piercing thingamabob. Wanna see?" Sara asked as she started to lift her shirt up.

"No, that's ok. Just keep your shirt on." I answered, tugging her shirt back down with one hand. I got back to Dave, and we managed to gather the drunken group together.

"Orton, I'm going to take Trish and Victoria back in my car, you take Sara and Stacy. I'll see you at the hotel, and good luck man!" Dave said, as Sara ran over and gave him a hug. I rolled my eyes, and grabbed her by her arm, and got her in the car and buckled. Stacy was much easier to deal with, all I had to do was slide her in the backseat, and she was out like a light. I hopped in the driver's side, and we were off. I got stopped at a traffic light, and had to hold Sara's seat belt so that she couldn't unbuckle it. Finally, we had made it back to the hotel. Dave was busy holding Victoria with one arm, and Trish on the other one. They were both slung over his shoulders, one on each side. I grabbed Stacy, and then Sara's arm, and we made our way back up to their room. Dave left once he had made sure that I had the situation under control, and that left only me, a very out of it Trish, a passed out Stacy, a about to crash Victoria, and a just starting to feel the effects of alcohol Sara. Before I got Sara into the bed next to Trish, she did something alarming.

"Randy" Sara said starring at me.

"Yea Sara." I replied, as I helped her get her shoes off.

She didn't reply, but leaned into me and brought her lips up to mine, and kissed me. I was extremely shocked at first, and then just as I felt her tongue prying at my lips, I got a hold of myself.

"What the hell Sara?" I said, jumping up.

"Huh?" she replied, lying down on the bed. "You don't like me anymore?"

"You're drunk. Go to sleep." I answered as I grabbed their room key and mine and headed out the door.

End Flashback

I still can't believe that she kissed me. I know that it meant nothing, but still Sara kissed me. That sure wasn't helping me get over her any faster.

At the airport:

"Yo man, over here!" John yelled, as he balanced Bri's baby carrier and his bag in his hands.

"Hey man, here let me help ya out a bit!" I replied, as I grabbed his bag. I had to laugh, because John had Brianna's baby bag slung over his shoulder and he just looked like a Mr. Mom.

"Nice man purse. I always thought you were more of a blue frog type of guy!" I commented.

"Haha, don't even start man." John remarked, as he got Bri fastened in the back of the rental car. "You didn't tell Sara that I was coming, right?"

"No, but I wouldn't get your hopes up on getting any tonight." I replied, as we both got in the car.

"What do you mean?" John asked me.

"Well, Trish, Stacy, and Victoria took her out last night, for her first drink. They all got trashed. They found a piercing parlor before Dave and I could catch them and well, I'll let Sara tell you the rest. I saw her this morning, and she was in rough shape. All of them should be at the MSG now, which is where we're heading." I told John, watching as his eyes got bigger and bigger.

"What? They found a piercing parlor? Tell me she got her ear pierced, please just say that was it." John exclaimed.

"No, she didn't get her ear pierced. You'll just have to ask Sara, I haven't seen it." I answered.

"Oh man, so she's hungover an she got something that you haven't seen and won't tell me pierced? That's really unexpected. How much did she drink man?" John asked.

"Hmm, almost half the bar. I'm kidding, maybe uh, a lot. She was gone. Your wife was hugging bums in the street." I told John.

"What? Why'd you le her do that man?" John asked, getting a bit upset.

"I caught her, but when I caught her that's what she was doing." I replied.

John just slumped down in his seat, and rubbed his head. We got to the Garden, and saw Sara out in the parking lot signing some autographs for fans.

Sara's POV:

Man, so this is what a true hangover feels like. I so did not miss out on anything back in high school! My head felt like someone was splitting it wide open, and I know for a fact that Trish, Victoria, and Stacy are doing just about as good as I am. I'm still trying to remember what exactly happened during the night. Last thing I can clearly remember is the bell on the piercing parlor ringing, and then something pinching my nipple, but that's the most I can remember. I'll have to ask Randy or Dave, they'll know.

I was trying my darn hardest to be cool with my fans, because it wasn't their fault that I had a hangover. There was a group of about 20 standing outside the back of the arena, since security hadn't kicked them out yet.

"So, what's your names?" I sweetly asked.

"I'm Liza, that's Jack, he's nervous to meet you!" a girl about 11 said.

"Oh, nervous to meet me, why?" I replied, as I signed some pictures for them.

"He thinks you're hott. I've heard him and his friends talking during wrestling!" the little girl said, making her brother blush and causing her mom to cluck her tongue and lightly tap her on her shoulder.

"Liza, you hush up! You're embarrassing your brother!"

"Can I hug you?" the boy, who looked to be about 14, asked.

"No problem, you guys want a picture too?" I asked, as I carefully swung over the metal railing.

"Yea, that's be great!" Jack answered. Liza stood on one side of me, and Jack slowly moved on the other side, trying to hold back his grin. I put my arm around them, and we smiled as their mom took the picture. After the picture, I gave Jack a big hug, and kissed him on the cheek, winking at his mom to take a picture. The boy about passed out, it was too cute! They thanked me, and then walked away. I signed a few more autographs, and then saw that Randy was parked across the parking lot, and had someone in the car with him. I had to squint a bit, and then realized that it was John. I finished up the autographs, and then told everyone that I had to go and ran across the parking lot towards Randy and John. I saw John slide out of the car, and I ran faster towards him. Once I reached him, I jumped into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist.

"I've missed you so much!" I exclaimed. John just grinned as I leaned down and kissed him. "What are you doing here?"

"Thought that we'd come for a visit." John replied, this time kissing me. I unwrapped my legs, and John put me down, and opened the door, revealing Brianna who was fast asleep in her carrier. I carefully gave her a kiss on the top of her head, and then starred for a minute before John started talking.

"So how's that hangover?" John asked as he crossed his arms and looked at me.

"Getting better, I guess. I can't believe that Randy told you about that." I sheepishly replied, giving Randy the death stare.

"I'm sure. So, ya went out with the girls?" John asked, still looking at me.

"Yea." I answered.

"Did ya have fun?" He asked.

"Yea, I think." I replied, wondering where he was going with this.

"Good. Planning on getting drunk anymore?"

"Not anytime soon. It's over rated. Are you getting to a point John, cause you're talking to me like I'm some dumb teenager, and I'm not." I retorted.

"Hey now, I was just talking. I'm just a little shocked, that's all. I didn't expect to hear from Randy that he had to get your drunk ass back to the hotel! Hug any bums lately?" John asked me, one eyebrow raised.

"Yea, and I'm starring at him right now." I replied. I hate being treated like a little kid, my mom used to do that all the time, in fact she still does. It's annoying and is a sure fire way to tick me off royally.

"That hurt babe! So, what did you get pierced?" John asked, a grin spreading across his face.

"Well, you're not finding out anytime soon. Sorry." I answered, still annoyed at how he had talked to me. It's stupid I know, but I hate being talked down to.

"Aw Sara, you're pissed at me now aren't you. I'm sorry." John said, trying to hug me. I ducked under his arms, and went to get Bri's carrier out of the car.

"Don't swear in front of Brianna, I don't like that John. And yea, I am a little ticked at you. You know that I hate it when someone talks down to me, like I'm a kid." I told John, as I made sure that I didn't wake Bri up when I got her out of the car. I turned, and walked towards MSG, leaving John and Randy behind me. Yes, I was over-reacting, and I was overjoyed that John had come up to see me, but I was in a bad mood already today, cause whenever I wake up puking, that just ruins my day. My head hurts, and now I have to go get thrown around on a mat. Trish and I have a match tonight, and we have to go over it in an hour. I should probably apologize to John, because I'm sure he was just kidding, but oh well he knows that I hate being talked down to. Man, I'm acting like a child right now. I don't get to see John much anymore, I might as well turn around and make things right again. I hate being wrong!

John's POV:

Well, that wasn't exactly the welcoming I wanted to receive. I don't know what Sara got all upset about, I was just kidding. I could barely keep a straight face when I was talking to her. Oh well, I guess I'm the jackass.

"That didn't go well." Randy said, as he started walking towards the arena.

"No, that didn't go well at all." I replied, grabbing my bag and following behind him, shaking my head in amazement at how fast I had gotten myself into the doghouse. I still want to know what Sara got pierced…

A/N: Hehe, Sara is a tad bit grouchy! Poor John, he was only kidding! LoL, review!