"I can't tell you how to live but do you really think getting piss drunk is a good idea right now, tiny?" Punk asks, gently trying to take the whiskey bottle from Amanda.
Amanda and Randy had a nasty breakup just hours earlier… and Amanda was taking it hard to the point where she was turning back to her source of comfort during her worst times.
"He said he'd never stop loving me…" Amanda says, Punk resting his hands on her shoulders and Amanda looking up at him through tear filled eyes.
"The breakup doesn't mean that he's stopped loving you and that you stopped loving him… you both… might need some time apart." Punk says, taking the bottle from Amanda and pulling her into his arms, the two hugging.
The mood at the hotel later was calmer, Amanda and Punk sitting on the chairs on the balcony and looking out at the Chicago city on this humid summer night and Amanda resting her head on Punk's right shoulder, trying to sober up.
"Next time will be different, Amanda. It might be a bit before you fall in love again but you'll be happier when you do." Punk whispers, kissing Amanda on her forehead.
Amanda nodded before dozing off into sleep, Punk picking her up into his arms and taking her into the room the two were sharing, carefully pulling Amanda's clothes off and putting his shirt on her before lying her on her side and pulling the blankets over her, lightly kissing her on her forehead again before going and closing the balcony doors. Punk eventually changed into his pajamas and curled up in bed next to Amanda.
She was gonna have one hell of a hangover in the morning and Punk didn't want her going through it alone, he wanted to make sure that she made it through the night alive...
"Don't kill each other, okay? We just cleaned the place up after Cass and Enzo's improvised house party." Amanda says, Randy and Punk nodding… albeit, reluctantly.
They didn't get along, they never really did… they only tolerated each other because both cared deeply about Amanda.
Randy wondered just what the hell Punk was doing here.
So far, neither one said a word… and it was making Amanda and Finn rather nervous.
Just as they were about to talk though, another knock at the door sounded and Amanda opened it, surprised to see Alex Shelley, who she had met through Christian about 11 years ago.
"Hey, little friend. Been awhile since I've seen you." Alex says, him and Amanda hugging for a few minutes before he noticed her tattoo and smiling. "Sabin owes me $40 now, saying Amanda would never get a tattoo." He says.
"Of course you two made a bet as to if she would get her first tattoo." Punk says, Amanda and Finn looking at each other before deciding to let the three talk.
It was a rather civil conversation between them, the three knowing that if they started any arguments in the apartment that they'd be kicked out of it.
"Hey, you two? We're gonna head out and catch up on old times, okay?" Punk says.
"Stay out of trouble." Amanda says.
"No promises." Alex says before he, Randy and Punk leave.
Finn and Amanda settled down next to each other on their couch and Finn wrapped an arm around Amanda as they watched Tv, Miami Vice starting and The Golden Triangle, part 2 being the episode airing.
"Dale had it coming to him, why did Sonny and Rico have to break up that fight?" Finn says, lightly rubbing his right hand on Amanda's right thigh as she stretched her legs out on his lap.
"I wish they had let Martin kill the son of a bitch. But at least he got back at Edward Reese in Borrasca." Amanda says.
"Reese was a damn monster, just like Menton." Finn says, him and Amanda kissing.
The kissing escalated, Finn pulling Amanda on top of him after she pulled her cami off, temporarily breaking the kiss to pull Finn's shirt off as he lightly rested his hands on her sides, pulling Amanda's shorts off as he kissed her neck.
It was a while before Randy, Punk and Alex got back to the apartment, all three laughing a bit.
"I think you two had a bit too much to drink at the bar. Good thing I don't drink any alcohol." Punk says.
"Hey, I only stuck to one beer, Alex was the one downing tequila shots!" Randy says, carefully guiding an intoxicated Alex to the apartment. "Come on pal, this way. Amanda would kill me if you got hit by a car." He says, grabbing Alex when Alex tries to run out into the street.
"I'm not gonna get hurt, I've got… a bigger chance of being struck by lightning than getting hit by a car." Alex says drunkenly as Punk opens the door and all three walk in, Amanda and Finn screaming and frantically covering themselves up as Punk, Randy and Alex closed their eyes, having also screamed.
"Didn't you two think to lock the door?!" Alex asks, Punk slapping him upside his head.
"Let's go hold his head under the sink, turn the cold water on and sober him up." Punk says.
"Hell yeah. And…" Randy says, cautiously opening his eyes and looking at Amanda. "Sorry for barging in on you two." He says before he and Punk drag Alex into the downstairs bathroom.
Finn and Amanda looked at each other when they heard Alex screaming drunkenly as the water was running down on his head and laughed a bit, Amanda resting her head on Finn's left shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Maybe we should've locked the door… and kept them out." Finn says.
"Probably would've been for the best… at least it wasn't Cass shouting "Scarred for life, scarred for life!" or Seth, Dean and Roman catching us again." Amanda says before they kiss.
