1Chapter 4: Pink Champagne on Ice

Batista took Night to Olive Garden. It was her favorite restaurant. They told a table in the corner and ordered drinks. Night got a virgin strawberry daiquiri, Batista ordered a bottle of pink champagne.

Night picked up one of the bread sticks and took a huge bite. Batista started laughing.

"Hungry?" he asked. Night shook her head. She swallowed.

"No, I just really like these bread sticks. You should try them."

Batista took one and they ate in silence for a while, until a certain song came on. Night sang along with part of it.

"When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine; that's amore!"

Batista laughed again. He poured Night some of the champagne.

"Let's see if we can make the world shine," he said. "How old are you anyway?"

"Twenty-one," Night replied. Batista nodded.

"Good."

Night downed the pink liquid in one gulp. Batista filled her glass again and drank his own. They ended up drinking the entire bottle and ordering more.

Night pounded her glass on the table. "More, good sir, more!" Batista tried to pour her more, but missed her glass. Night grabbed the bottle and drank some before Batista stole it and drank the rest. Batista stood up and beckoned Night to him. She stood up wobbly and walked over to him. Batista patted her on the head.

"You are so plastered. Come let us go call a limo." Night nodded and snuggled close to Batista.

"You smell like Axe and champagne, I like it."

Batista and Night swayed out to the street. A waiter called them a cab and took Batista's money to pay for the meal.

"So, Night River," Batista said, walking away from the cab. "What brings you to a place like this?"

"I live here, right over there," she replied. "Right through that park. Let's go hang in the park!" Night let go of Batista and clapped her hands. "Please."

"Yes, of course, we can," Batista said boisterously and walked out into the road. Night jumped into Batista's arms and he carried her across the street. She snuggled down closer to him and smiled. Batista carried her to a secluded sunny spot and laid her down.

"Now, fair maiden, what shall we do?"

"Let's just lay here and enjoy the sunlight." Night stretched luxuriously on the lawn. Batista rolled over almost on top of her.

"Enjoy the sunlight?"

Night put her arms around Batista's neck and pulled herself closer to him. She gazed up at him, his face swam before her view. The alcohol content of her blood was very high and it was starting to effect her. Night kissed Batista's lips gently. His image was fussy and was going darker by the second. Batista laid his body on top of Night and kissed her gently.

Night pulled Batista closer and he kissed her jaw all the way down to her neck. Night closed her eyes and sighed. Her eyes fluttered once and then she passed out.

Night opened her eyes. She was looking at the ceiling of the gym that John was at. She quickly closed her eyes against the light. A cold thing caressed her forehead and she could see the lights dim from behind her eyelids. She opened her eyes again cautiously. It was safe for her brain and she smiled. She turned to look at an object of warmth sitting next to her. It was John. John was stroking a wet towel across her forehead.

"You okay, Night?" John whispered. Night nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I think so. How did I get here?" She sat up slowly. John put his hand on her back.

"Batista brought you back. He said you passed out while you were walking through a park. He seemed really worried." John handed her a glass of water and some aspirne. Night took the asprine and sipped the water.

"Is that all he said," Night said nervously. John looked at her confused.

"Yeah, why?"

Night shrugged. "Just wondering if anything had happened after I passed out." John shrugged in return.

"Nope, nothing else. Can you stand?"

Night nodded. She stood up wobbly and grabbed onto John's arm.

"You sure you're okay?"

Night nodded again and stood up. She walked over to the door of the room and opened it. Bright light hit her eyes and she blinked rapidly to clear the black spots from her eyes. She put her arm around John's waist and he put his arm around her shoulder.

"There is going to be a taping or RAW tonight. You don't have to do much. Just come out with me and cheer me on. You know, the usual. It's a match against Batista. I might come out early and insult him. I haven't really decided yet."

"I think you should. It would be fun for you and the fans would love it."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah, I always enjoyed it when you came out and rapped out some insults. It was awesome!"

John nodded and smiled. "Alright, I will then."

John hugged her close to him and kissed her forehead. Night smiled. I hope nothing happened with Batista that I don't remember. I did promise I would be careful. Please let nothing have happened.

Time passed quickly and before Night knew it, it was dark and RAW had begun. John and Batista's match was last so Night spent most of her time in the common room with the other wrestlers.

It was only a few minutes into RAW, though, when Batista made an announcement. Night got off the couch she had been sitting on next to Ken Kennedy. She walked over to one of the televisions showing the arena. Batista was smirking and held a videotape in his hand.

"Some of you may know that I had lunch with Night River this afternoon. I had someone follow us, secretly, and record everything that happened. I think that Cena should see some of this. Play it."

Night watched in horror as it showed Batista and herself ordering more and more of the pink champagne. They stopped the tape right as they were leaving Olive Garden, Night doing a scary dance that she didn't remember doing.

What is John going to think? I told him I would be careful! How could Batista do that to me? I trusted him!

Matt came up and stood next to her. He put his arm around Night's shoulder as Batista promised to show everyone the rest of the tape later. Tears rolled down Night's cheeks as she realized what John was going to see. Matt turned her to face him and wiped her tears away.

"Hey, it happens to the best of us." He hugged her closer and planted a kiss in her hair. He led her over to an unoccupied couch.

"He's going to hate me!" Night said into Matt's chest.

"If he hates you for getting drunk, then he never deserved you."

Night looked up at Matt. "You really think so?"

Matt nodded and they walked back over to sit by Mr. Kennedy... Kennedy. They were watching The Princess Bride. It was almost over when John came to get Night for his match.

"Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that have been rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind. The end."

Night smiled. I'd like to have a kiss like that someday. She looked up at John standing next to the couch. She stood up and they walked down the hall. Night stopped John.

"John, do you hate me?"

"No! How could you think that?" he asked her astonished. She shrugged.

"I promised you I would be careful and I wasn't. Can you promise me that no matter what Batista shows on the rest of that tape that you will believe me that I meant none of it. I wasn't being myself."

John looked at her frightened face and pulled her into a tight hug. "Of course, I could never be mad at you." He smiled and they walked to the entrance curtain.

"John Cena!" Jillian yelled. John took Night's hand and they walked out of the curtains. The crowd went wild, some cheering, some booing. Night blushed, most of the boos were probably for her.

Batista was already out there in the ring and was smirking at Night. She glared at him and clung tighter to John. Batista laughed.

The match itself went well... for Batista. John was losing horribly. Batista gave him a Batista bomb, but John battled back and gave Batista the F-U for the win. Night hurried and climbed into the ring to congradulate him on his victory. She hugged him and kissed his cheek.

Batista waved his hand weakly and they started rolling the tape. Night clutched John's arm and watched the video show her and Batista walk into the park. It showed them lay down on the grass and start making out.

Night looked at John cautiously. What does he think? Apparently, it had gone further, but not much after Night had passed out. John looked at Night as if she were a tiny bug to be squished and shook her off. His eyes filled with a mixture of disappointment and anger. He seethed.

"How could you? I trusted you," he whispered, his tone deadly. He pushed Night down onto the mat.

Night crawled over and grabbed John's leg.

"John, please."

John glared at her and shook her off. "Don't touch me." Night watched as John walk out of the arena. She got up and ran after him with Batista's bass voice laughing behind her.

"John, John! Wait!"

John kept walking and when he got to his dressing room, he locked the door. Night ran over to the door and beat on it. She turned her back to the door and slid down it. She buried her face in her hands, her knees pulled up to her chest. The camera man zoomed in on her figure. A man came and helped her up. He hugged her tightly.

"I don't blame you for anything. It's not your fault."

Night looked up into Matt Hardy's face and smiled.

A/N: Sorry, this came out much later than I intended. I had thought to get it out much eariler, but with Eddie's death and Batista getting injured on top of all the RL stuff... anyway, here it is. Okay, apologies again. Sorry if you don't like Batista being a Heel. It worked alright. I hope I left you a good cliffy. I do so like cliffies... oh yeah... some quotes...

"When the world seems to shine, like you've had too much wine; that's amore!" - That's Amore by Dean Martin

"You smell like Axe and champagne, I like it." is modified from "You smell like old people and soap, I like it." from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

"If he hates you for getting drunk, then he never deserved you." is modified from something my friend Andrew told me when I was going to break up with my boyfriend over a silly thing.

And the whole thing from Princess Bride, which you probably already knew.

Hope you like it so far, oh yeah and tell all of your friends about it! I thrive on reviews! Reviews are my heroes! You guys are too of course. And this would be the end of my freakin' long A/N.

Disclaimer: I own nothing... except Night! YAY!