A/N: All right, I'm slow at updating! I'm sorry folks, but life keeps getting in my way! Forgive me! Lately I've been thinking of working on my other story "Just Press Pause." I've had some ideas for it, so I guess it all depends on my time situation! Please review, I love hearing from y'all! Enjoy folks!

6 A.M. Hangover

Sara's POV:

Oh my frickin' Lord, I have the headache to end all headaches. What did I do to myself last night? I looked at the clock, and saw that it was 6 in the

morning, way too early to be awake. I felt someone lying next to me, and I was surprised to find that it was Randy. What was he doing here? I quickly checked to make sure that all of our clothes were on…I was worried that I had done something stupid with him…and was relieved to discover that they were.

Randy woke up a few minutes later, probably due to all my movement.

"How you feeling?" He asked, sitting up.

"Not great…oh man, I'm gonna be sick." I replied as I got up and made a mad dash to the bathroom.

I emerged a few minutes later, and a bit more disgusted with myself.

"What did I drink last night?" I asked as I lay back down on the bed.

"Ha, I don't think I have enough time to name them all!" Randy replied.

"Seriously Randy, what did I drink…and do last night?" I asked again.

"We left the country bar, and then you wanted to go somewhere to get another drink. You wouldn't stop drinking, till I made you. That's all that happened. You were so trashed that you couldn't stand on your own two feet unless I was helping to hold you up. I was starting to worry that you had alcohol poisoning." Randy told me.

"I was drinking because I saw John wasn't I?" I questioned.

"I guess you were. He was all over some bar bitch at the club last night. You saw them, and then I saw you getting more upset by the minute, and I suggested that we leave. That's when your drinking binge began."

"I'm sorry you had to deal with me last night. I had promised myself that I wasn't going to get overly drunk again." I replied.

"Not a problem, you've done it for me a few times." Randy answered. "Nice nipple piercing by the way."

My eyes got wide, and I felt a flush of red come over my face.

"What? You saw that, did I flash everybody or something!" I exclaimed, my headache getting worse.

"You didn't flash anyone. You couldn't get a clean shirt on, it was twisted around your neck, so when you came out of the bathroom almost crying I fixed your shirt for you. Relax, it's not like I haven't seen tits before!" Randy answered, with his cocky grin.

"Oh God! Just as long as you weren't helping me get the shirt off…" I trailed off.

"Well I believe I could handle that job too!" Randy replied, winking at me.

"Randall Keith Orton! I can't believe you just said that! " I shrieked.

"Hey, it got your mind off that hangover!" Randy shrugged.

"Oh, yea. I still have the headache though. Oh well, I'm gonna try to get some more sleep." I replied

"Sounds good." Randy agreed.

I rolled over so that my back was facing Randy, and a small grin came over my face.

"Who knows Randy. Maybe if you play your cards right one day I might be begging you to help me get my shirt off faster." I coyly remarked.

I heard Randy hit his head on the headboard and a snicker escaped my lips. This could be fun…toying with Randy.

A few more minutes passed, and then I felt Randy sit up. He moved closer to me until he was directly over me. Our faces were inches apart from each other and then Randy cracked a smile.

"You have no idea how much I would like for that to happen." Randy said in a serious voice.

"No Randy, you don't understand how much I would love for that to happen!" I answered, starring into his eyes.

Randy smiled at me, and then got off the bed and headed for the door.

"Where you going?" I asked, a smile on my face.

"I need to go for a walk or something. It's getting a bit too warm in here." Randy replied as he walked out the door.

"Well you're no fun." I answered even though Randy was gone.

That sure was an interesting conversation!

John's POV:

I was just doing my thing in the hotel's work out room when Randy walked in.

"Hey man." I said through clenched teeth as I worked on some reps.

"Hey. Mind if I join you?" Randy asked.

"No problems here." I replied. "So how was your night last night?"

"Eh, I had to look after your totally trashed ex-wife. Why do you have to be all over the sluts, right in front of her?" Randy answered.

"What's it matter? Sara's the one who wanted the divorce." I told him.

"I know, but still. You're the one who cheated in the first place." Randy exclaimed.

"Whoa, what's the big deal? You never cared before, what's changed?" I asked, getting annoyed.

"I'm just saying, Sara got hurt enough as it is, don't rub it in her face all the time. You think it's no big deal, but you and Sara had something special. She may put up a tough front, but I KNOW that it kills her to see you all over some bimbo ho all night." Randy told me.

"Alright, you are right. I'll just stay out of her view from now on. She got really shit-faced last night didn't she?" I asked, giving into Randy's rant.

"Yea, she could barely talk. I was worried about her for a few hours." Randy admitted.

"Wow, it doesn't help that she's so skinny now. She probably can't hold her liquor as well. Oh well, it's not my problem anymore. All I care about now is Bri." John replied.

"You don't mean that man. What are you gonna do when Sara moves on and gets a new man. You're going to be jealous." Randy retorted as he did some arm curls.

"No, really I won't. We're only connected by blood now. Nothing else." I answered.

"John, blood is a big connection!" Randy commented.

"Yea, well not as big as a wedding band." I replied.

"Good point. So if I told you that last week I had sex with Sara, and then a few days later she slept with Dave Bautista you wouldn't care?" Randy asked, egging me on.

"If Sara slept with you and then Dave Bautista I could care less. Yea, Dave would've cheated on his wife, and yea you're my best friend but oh well. She can fuck anyone she wants. See, I wouldn't care." I answered.

"You keep telling yourself that John, just keep on believing your own lies." Randy replied.

We spent the next hour working out and talking about the up-coming pay-per-view and the new divas, just normal guy talk among friends.

A/N: Yea, John is a jerk right now. Oh well, it happens. Sorry about how long this took me to update. Please Review!