I'm SOOOOO sorry! It's been forever! I just didn't know what to write; and with summer and all, I've been so busy… But don't worry, I'm back! And I'm sorry that it's short... But I promise I'll make up for it next chapter.

"You know, you're the only person that's seen me cry in about five years."

Randy and Seany were both sitting in the hotel bathroom, Randy on the side of the bathtub and Seany on the closed toilet seat, drinking what was left of the flavored liquor John had ordered. It was well into the morning, probably about two-thirty or three, but neither one could tell. Seany had refused to drink around Austin, but had been talked into it as soon as everyone had fallen asleep. It hadn't been that hard, considering the stress she had been in earlier that day with Jesse and the baby. Besides, she hadn't had a drink since before she was pregnant, and that was almost a year ago… And Seany wasn't having anything but a blast at their 'private party'.

"Am I now?" She asked, drinking the small amount that was left in a hotel plastic cup. Randy nodded as he poured her some more, the clear liquid was quickly becoming her and Randy's newest best friend. Now, if they could just stay quiet enough to drink the shots while everyone slept, then this night wouldn't be too bad after all.

"Yeah, you know, when Eddie died and all."

Seany sighed, feeling slightly guilty. She didn't want him to be thinking of that, and putting himself down like he sometimes did. They had both come in there to relieved the stress, not rekindle it. "Randy, let's talk about something else."

He shrugged. "Well, I just wanted to tell you thanks. If anyone would have known that me, a sex god, cries; then all the girls that crawl all over me would disappear." Seany smiled, seeing his fake logic as her eyes swept across his face. No sense of emotion except a smart ass, clever cocky grin. What an idiot. But she still loved him, no matter how stupid he could be sometimes.

"Anytime."

Seany instantly spit out the portion of the drink in her mouth, narrowly missing Randy and hitting a towel beside them. "What the hell? What do John and Demi see in this stuff!" She asked, trying to wash away the strong lemon flavor with tapped sink water. Randy continued to gulp it down, returning with another cup. He held it out to her.

"I don't know, but it has to get better in about an hour."

About an hour later…

"Randy, this stuff still tastes like ass."

Seany looked as if she were in pain with every sip that she took, while Randy sat a few inches away from her, practically chugging the stuff down. She watched him for a moment, skeptical, as he drank a cup and then grabbed the bottle to pour more. There was no way he could be enjoying this… Besides, Seany had never known Randy as one to drink so much and be able to hold his alcohol. How was he doing it?

"Of course you would know." Randy replied, casting her a teasing glance as she punched him lazily on the arm. "Besides, I'm buzzed and I really don't care." He added, slurring his words a bit. Seany didn't notice, she too was starting to feel a little drunk. But she couldn't do this; she had a baby in the other room and a husband and John…. Woah, no, she didn't have John. But wasn't it wrong to be doing this? Then again, it wasn't like she was sleeping with Randy or anything.

"I would know? You're the one who likes it." Seany taunted, giving up on the nasty liquor and pouring her cup down the drain. She filled it up with cool water, hoping to sober herself a little before she climbed into bed with John or Dave. "Besides, I'm not the pedophile; you're the one who's after Haidie." Seany had meant it as a joke, but the look that suddenly sparked on Randy's face said otherwise.

"Haidie, damn… I'm gonna marry that girl one day Seany." He informed her, shaking his head at the thought. Of course it was a little out of rhythm because of the alcohol in his system; but she got the message. And laughed.

"Alright Randy, I want an invitation."

"And you'll get one."

"Randy, she's seventeen."

"She'll be legal in half a year."

His seriousness scared her a little, but what were the chances it would actually happen? And if it did, Haidie was a whole hell of a lot more mature than most of the other girls Randy's age. Maybe that's why he was talking like this, because she was still pretty and didn't have to take anyone's crap or be anyone's whore. But it still gave Seany shivers for the moment.

"Alright Casanova, it's time for bed." Seany stood up, letting Randy finish his drink before she hid the four empty alcohol bottles in the bottom of the trash can and washed out the plastic cups thoroughly. He followed her, swaying slightly and stumbling through the door. Seany was barely able to feel her way through the dark room, bumping into an oak dresser and receiving a painful bruise on her leg. But she would be fine. They finally collapsed into bed, with Chris in the middle, and practically passed out.

But when Chris sleeps, he sleep talks. And when Randy's drunk, he listens. Chris rolled over, putting an arm lightly around Randy before muttering, "It's time for your bath."

Randy groaned but got out of bed, took off all his clothes, and began walking in random directions towards 'the bathroom'. Seany, who had already started to develop a headache, clenched her eyes closed to try and drown out the sound. It, of course, didn't work. She rolled over and hissed into the darkness.

"Randy, quit moving! Go to sleep." She commanded, and he replied with a childish 'ok', and crawled back into bed beside her and Chris. Or rather, beside Chris. Oh what a great morning the next day would hold.

The next day…

Seany pressed a pillow against her head as the lights flew on and loud voices were heard. She wasn't in the mood. She had a killer headache and felt like she had the flu again… God, why did she let Randy talk her into drinking last night?

"Holy shit, Seany look!"

Seany's eyes opened to an excited John, who was pointing to who she assumed was Chris beside her in the bed. She glared at him as she sat up, stretching for a moment. "John, I have a kid in this room! And besides, I have a hangover the size of-"

"Randy?"

Chris yawned as he opened his eyes, his face buried deep in chocolaty hair. HE kissed the back of what he thought was Seany's head and closed his eyes once more before sitting up; and noticing that his wife was beside of him. That's when he noticed that Randy was in the bed beside him, still passed out, and naked with the sheets ripped off of him.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

Chris instantly turned, as if horrified by it, and scrambled out of the bed over Seany. HE collapsed on the hard floor next to the bed, and crawled to the end of the bed where he sat for a moment, shaking. God, that was not something he wanted to wake up to. It just wasn't. Who would? Well, he wasn't going to ask that…

Seany sat gaping at him for a moment, before joining John whose face was already red from laughing so hard. She knew it was just because he had been so drunk the night before, but it was still hilarious. Oh, the possibilities. No doubt John had gotten pictures. This was priceless, and Chris knew good and well that he wasn't going to live it down. Randy, maybe; but Chris, no.

"What- the – hell…. Happened…" Chris asked quietly from the edge of the bed, still hidden on the floor. He didn't want to come out right now, and he wasn't going to. He felt like a baby; but it was better than sitting up there and embracing it.

"I know man! At least get your own room, your wife was right there with you!" John mocked him, as an unclothed Randy moaned and muttered something barely audible under his breath. John loved it.

"I. Did. Not. Sleep. With. Him." Chris was barely able to get the words out, a cold sweat breaking. This was freaking him out; and it felt like it would be the first time in a long time he was sick. Chris never got sick; it was always Seany or Randy or one of the girls; but never him or John…Maybe they were gay.

"Hey, you like 'em prissy, that's cool." John shrugged, still drilling him about it. "I just wish you would have trusted me to come out of the closet sooner."

"I wish you would have trusted me to tell me you were screwing Demi." Chris snapped, glaring at him. He was obviously getting over this quicker than expected. "Cut the shit John."

Seany sighed. "Alright, alright you two… We don't need any gay cat fights going down." She said casually with a wave of her hand, scooting over to shake Randy. She would just let him sleep it off normally; but there was no way Chris was going to let him stay in their bed. Especially since Seany herself didn't plan on getting up anytime soon.

Randy, however, whimpered as she did so. "Chris, don't be so rough… I told you that hurt last time." He whined, pulling his body closer together. "It was too hard."

Seany thought she was about to fall over, and John did collapse on the bed. Seany could have sworn she saw tears in his eyes. Chris could be heard gagging over their spouts of uncontrollable laughter, and Randy just sighed contentedly and pulled the covers over him. As much as she would hate to admit it to Chris at the moment, she loved being back on the road.

Later that night…

"Why don't they just move in?" Seany asked as she lay on the couch beside Chris, watching their plasma TV. Although Seany hated to admit it, they had nothing but the best. She was speaking of their 'clique', who had once again followed them home like puppies. It made Seany feel important, but also a little aggravated. Chris wasn't one for too much 'PDA', and they hadn't been intimate in a while… Although the doctor had warned them against it at first, it was already a few days since the 'warning period'. But she loved her groupies.

"I have no idea." He responded, pulling himself closer to her and snuggling his face in her hair. Seany would have never placed Chris as one to be affectionate in the category of cuddling, but he was; extremely so. And Seany was glad.

"Ok." She replied simply, and they were both pleased by that for now. Just being with each other was good enough for Seany, and once again she began to worry about if she was good enough for him… Which she knew was true; but she still wouldn't stop. Yet she knew that she would be proven wrong in a day or two when he will just walked up and sweep her off her feet; give her a romantic kiss, and drag her seductively by her hand to the bedroom. That was why she loved him. That and other reasons, of course… But isn't that the only reason men love women?