Where are we going?" Batista asked.

"We got to get back to the hotel. Rey called and said Trish is drunk and that is not a pretty sight."

"What does she do when she's drunk?"

"Crazy stuff like you wouldn't even believe. We just got to go," Mickie began to run. The hotel was 2 blocks away, " The last time she got drunk was when we went out for my birthday to some bar and she had way too many drinks. She started dancing on the bar with a mini skirt on."

"That's not good."

"Yea well she's a psycho witch and doesn't know what she's doing. Sometimes she lashes out so I need to get there before she does something she regrets."

"What did you do last time you were drunk?"

"Last time I was drunk I woke up in my hotel room with a splitting headache with Trish past out on the floor yelling about the devil in her sleep."

"Yall are just a bunch of crazy Bitches"

"Yea but that's what I get for living with her instead of my dad."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh yea you weren't there when Trish told them." Mickie said to herself. "Me and Trish are half sisters. We have the same mom just not the same dad."

"Oh, So that's why you too are so close."

"Yea. We're here c'mon." Mickie ran to elevator and pushed 7. "Hurry up you stupid elevator." Finally the elevator arrived at the seventh floor. Mickie rushed out and frantically searched her purse for the key to her room. Then there was a crash from inside the room. As she pulled out the key she ran into the room to find John passed out on the bed and Trish had Rey cornered.

"Do you not love me anymore Rey?" Trish asked wide eyed and crazy.

"Trish you don't know what you're saying. Your drunk. You just need a nap or something."

"I don't need anything and I'm not drunk."

"Trish! Hey gurl uh you wanna talk? What's wrong?"

"Mickie!" Trish ran and embraced her in a hug. "Well Rey didn't want me. That means he doesn't love me." Rey snuck out with Batista and sat in the hallway.

"Trishy, Its OK." Mickie was treating her like a 4 year old, "Rey just doesn't know any better. Its your bed time now OK? Tomorrow will go out and get breakfast OK?" Trish shook her head several times before going to her bed, pushing John to the floor with a thud, and going to sleep. Mickie stepped outside the room and sat on the floor next to Batista.

"That crazybitch threw a lamp at me." Rey said pointing to a small cut on the head.

"Sorry Rey, She's not the same person when she's drunk. We call her Kerri. Its like another person. She gets all wild and then violent and then the next morning she has a headache and doesn't know what happened." Mickie laid her head on Batista's shoulder.

"Is it OK if John sleeps on the floor tonight?" Mickie nodded.

"What time is it?"

Rey checked his watch, "Midnight"

"You know we could still go out. There are still a couple of clubs open." Batista stated.

"I got to stay here and make sure she doesn't wake up and not know where she's at. Plus I'm really tired. I'll see you tomorrow OK?"

"yea. I'll see you" Batista got up and walked down the hall to his hotel room while Rey and Mickie stood up.

"Bye Mickie. I'm sorry for every thing."

"That's OK. I had a fun time considering everything that happened." Mickie shut the door behind her. Mickie Batista. Dave and Mickie. Sounds good to her.

The Next Morning

When Trish woke up she had broke out in a cold sweat and was screaming at the top of her lungs. Mickie was quickly at her side. "Shhhh. Its OK Trish."

Trish relaxed a little bit, but then looked down at the floor to see John still passed out from last night and let out a wretched scream. "No Mickie it wasn't a dream. You were there and you killed John and then I woke up and you killed me." Trish continued rambling about the dream she had where Mickie was a psycho, serial killer.

"Trish, It was a dream. He's still alive. Look." Mickie kicked John who grunted and rolled over. "See. He's just passed out. You don't remember. You were drunk last night , you know, Kerri came out last night and it wasnt pretty. And John passed out on the floor and you and Randy played strip poker and then. . ."

"Please don't tell me we. . . you know."

"NO! You didn't but Rey came in and you got mad and threw a lamp at him." Mickie giggled and pointed to the pieces of porcelain glass scattered on the floor next to the trash can which was now filled with empty liquor bottles.

"AAA. My head. I don't remember anything. I'm sorry Mickie. I didn't do anything else, did I?"

"No but everything's OK now."

"We're OK now?"

"Yea we're ok." Mickie said handing her a glass of water and some aspirin.

"And Mickie,"

"Yea Trish"

"Thanks for getting me under control and stuff last night. I know how I can get. You're the only one who can ever get me under control." Trish smilled and Mickie smiled back, from ear to ear. John, still on the floor, groaned before yelling in his sleep:

"Nooooo! Mommy dont let the monster get me!" He cried as the girls giggled in hysteria.

"Hold on a minute" Trish whispered even though John was knock out. She emerged from the bathroom with a can of shaving cream and a feather.

"I know what your thinking" Mickie grinned evilly. Trish filled John's hand with shaving cream and Mickie started to tickle him with the feather.

"Stop it mommy." John laughed as he slapped his face with the shaving cream several times. The girls could no longer control there laughter and fell on the floor laughing. John abruptly woke up, "What the hell is going on."

"Nothing." They responded at the same time.

"What am I doing here and whats so funny?"

"Yea what is he doing here?" Trish was also puzzled.

"You passed out and lost to Trish last night in a drinking contest. And if you wanna know what's so funny go look in the mirror." Mickie chuckled

"I lost to Trish? That sucks. I guess I'll go take a shower." When John closed the door behind, Trish and Mickie continued to laugh.

Rey, Randy, and John's room

The room was quiet and still when John walked in. Randy and Rey were both sleeping quietly on the beds so John decided to give them a little wake up call. He reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a blow horn. He put the horn right next to Randy's ear and it made and Randy fall out of bed.

"Man, What thefuck was that? Your such a Jackass." Randy cusssed at John as he was on the floor laughing.

"Why'd you do that man? I was sleeping." Rey mumbled to John who was paying no attention. "Hey what is that all over your face?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" John rushed to the mirror to see that he had shaving cream all over his face.

Randy and Rey exchanged glances and said in unison, "Mickie and Trish."

"Looks like the jokes on you" Rey laughed.

"Ima get them back." John vowed, "I'm getting in the shower." He announced

"So what happened last night?" Rey was curious.

"I dont really remember. I remember John passing out cuz he had too much to drink and Trish didnt. That was funny. Trish beat John at a drinking contest. I thought I'd never see the day. And then the rest is just a blur." Randy reminised

"When I came in last night you guys were playing strip poker."

"Damn! How come I never remember the good stuff."

"Yea well I remember Trish throwing a lamp at me and going phyco. And then when Mickie came it was like she was 5 years old and Mickie was her mom. It was all very weird."

"Trish is so different when she's drunk. I think i like that."

"Hey, back off." Rey joked "She's mine."

"Yea yea."

"What time do we have to be at the show tonight?"

"6 o' clock. Mr. McMahon want to have some kind of meeting."

"I wonder what DX has planned for tonight." Rey smirked.

"Let's go see if the girls wanna go to breakfast." Randy said heading for the door.

AN: Tell me what ya think. Did you like it or hate? Plz read and review