(So, for better understanding after all the movement, they are sitting from right to left, Hunter, Batista, Shawn, Glenn, Jeff, Mark, Hunter being the first on the bench as Mark is the last, or the other way round lol)

Chapter 9

Mark was, again, at a loss of words, and barking at his brother, "You guys smoked pot or what?", looking at Jeff, "The fresh air made you cocky again boy?", only to have Jeff murmure at him, "Leave me the fuck alone Mark, I've had it with you and your shit for tonight, I'll give you a call when I get up and am ready for more and you can continue then, until that happens", he stared at him, eyes a little glazed, "I'd like you to leave me alone, got it", "Man, the fresh air really got to your head punk", Mark bended and whispered to Hunter who was closest, "I don't appreciate him, I swear I don't", "Whatever you say Deadman… Jeff, some more Tequila before Shawn empties the bottle again? That's the first lesson, never leave your bottle with the Heartbreak Kid", Shawn pulled his tongue at him, "You're lucky Dave sits between us, I swear I'd show you Hunter", Jeff grinned at them, finally having made up his mind to give this insanity a go and ignore the Taker, stirred up lesser emotions somehow…

Glenn intervened, "Hope you got it bro", "As if you hadn't started this whole mess", leaving everybody clueless to what the brothers were talking about, they all had their own opinion on it though, "Ah no guys, no more bickering at this table please, we're all adult, and please, please, no comments this time", Dave really tried his best to keep his serious look but failed royally, "We should stop hating each other and let the loooove flow no?", "No, definetely not Batista my dear", Hunter smiled at him, "The only thing that will flow is Tequila and Beer", Jeff's voice was timid but at least he had managed to raise it, "Vodka wouldn't be bad either", only to have Glenn smile at him and Shawn clap his hands approving, "And Whisky guys", Hunter lifted his hands in resignation, "The people have spoken, Vodka and Whisky it shall be", before getting up and motionning Mark to join him, something about two bottles being too heavy for one guy, but it was crystal clear he wanted to have a chat with the Deadman…

"What", Marks voice didn't sound amused when he moved next to Hunter, "Could you leave him alone, he managed to calm down and get back to being himself, so please Mark, don't make him sad again", "You think he lost his sadness over a cigarette Hunter?", "No, of course not, but at least he tries to get involved, hell he managed to ask for something, so please", "Whatever, but you heard the way he got at me right, just so we're understanding each other and that you know how bad I'll have to keep back", "Wanna punch him or what Mark? Maybe make some more wiseass comments about him", "I've not done one single and you know it, I flattered his skills tonight and he pouted, please, what else can I do", "Treat him like you do any of us", Marks voice sounded surprised, "What? Hunter, you're not serious man", "Why", "I… I can't, I just can't", Hunter handed him the Vodka and tilted his head a little giving him another knowing look that dephased the Deadman some more, "Well then you'll just have to try won't you", leaving him standing at the bar and returning back to their table, a malicious yet amused smile on his face, he loved messing with Mark's head, nothing bad nor hostile, just make him ponder who to kill first, himself or Hunter…

"The Vodka will get here once Death has rejoined us, Glenn your brother is some work", Dave laughed, "We all are some pieces of work Hunter, we wouldn't be doing what we do if we weren't, to some level we're all complete nutcases, some more, some less, but we wouldn't be wrestling if we were just your normal regular person, so get used to being around us Hunter", "Very funny Dave, you know what I meant"…

Glenn had been busy showing Jeff were his piercing was bleeding, not that the punk cared a lot, much to Glenns dispair, somehow he always freaked out about infections and his drunken state made him worried for Hardy, who really didn't want nor need that kind of attention, but couldn't get rid of the one hand keeping him in place, squeezing his neck like he was some kind of an animal at the vet's, "Man Glenn… Glenn… Yo Kane, dammit, stop it, I'm fine", Shawn nearly died of laughter bending like a madman, Dave couldn't but chuckle and Hunter whistled, Glenn's voice only full of concern, "It will get infected", Jeff sighed deeply and tried to get that hand out of his neck but he couldn't loosen the grip, "No it won't, it stopped bleeding already, what are you, my mother or what", "No, I'm a worried co-worker", Jeff stared at him than punched him gently, "Ooooh I see, so when you brother kicks me through the ring, do you think about infections or such things too", "Absolutely not, but now you're bleeding on our table", "Am not Glenn", "Yeah you do", "No I don't", "You bleed in your glass and your beer", "No", "Yeah you do", "well at least the booze got it disinfected right, so let go", Jeff smiled, knowing he won that one…

Mark was following the little bickering between his baby brother not really knowing what was going on but having a distinct idea, Glenn and his infection phobia, and the sole fact he still thought of Glenn as his baby brother made him smile and hide a blush, and that punk, a little amused, pissed at himself for finding it more than adorable, quite cute and all, the way Jeff was moving to get that hand detached was bordering sensual, but only bordering, that was bad enough for the Deadman to realize, he found the punks windings sensual, nothing worse than to have to admit to such an idiotic thought, it was the booze, hell, he managed to find Shawn sensual too, specially in his younger years, Mark shocked himself with that thought, but the way Jeff's pants managed to uncover his boxer when he finally managed to shove Glenn's hand away made Mark snap out of every reverie, nooo, he would have to stop looking at the kid, he was just to annoying, his immature ways, the way he colored his freaky hair, the way he always jumped and danced when he entered the arena, his entrance song made him nuts too, the way he moved, they way he breathed, so intriguing, and than the eyes, really, noooo, and all because of a stupid match his pride had forbidden him to cancel…

He got back, put the bottle on the table and slouched down, glaring at Hunter, "We're not done", "I know", "Good", "Yeah", Dave being again the one trying to get the bickering under control, "Soooo, a subject that won't bring up the next drama… Jeff", Jeff flinched a little, aware that know that he opened a little they all would jump him with questions, "Your next match? Know already who you'll wrestle", Jeff was relieved not to have to try avoiding a personal question, "Yeah, something about a six-men elimination match", he even managed to let slip before he could scowld himself to keep quiet, "just like the booze has got with us tonight", Mark couldn't keep back either, "And now he gets funny… Open that damn Vodka bottle, you order it, you open it… And", both Hunter and Dave glared at him but that just encouraged Mark to continue, "You really are bleeding kiddo", "AM NOT… Don't you think I'd feel it if it bled"

Mark sighed and moved his hand to his lip to collect some of the fluid without really thinking about what he was doing, touching the Hardy-punk gently, trying not to apply pressure on what seemed to be a bitescratch, "Here, see, red… Blood, unless you spit in color too Sprite", that made even Jeff grin widely, "Damn, yeah, sorry, both of you for not believing you", Glenn only shook his head, "Wow, and now the infection risk is really there, that dirty hand…", "My hand ain't dirty brother", "Mind if I doubt that", "I'll lend him my creme, the one I have for my earring"

Jeff grinned it even more, "Uuuuh, earring, how extreme Mark", "Shut up punk, it got pierced, see", and Mark showed him, Jeff pretending very badly and very amused to believe him, before Mark started shaking his head, "Now I lost it too, great… I never had such a… such a night like this"

Dave used that moment to continue his question, "You know who will be in that Match?", "Nope, just got a mail with the date and the location, guess it will be a surprise" Jeff shrugged, he couldn't care less who he would be facing, there was no title on the line and that was his biggest downer for the moment, Dave poured himself some Whisky in his glass, "And Vengeance guys… Anyone knows what kind of match they'll be in?", Hunter's throat exited something close to a giggle "Aaah, we shouldn't talk about the future that's more than a week away Dave", "Really, why", "'Cause", "Right, ok, so Vengeance means drama and we won't talk about it, our Game is not feeling at ease with that subject", "No, I just say probably no-one knows that's all", "Aaah ok, if you say so", "Yeah, let's talk about what we'll do tomorrow, I mean today, after a couple of hours of sleep", Shawn's voice already sounded as if he had some trouble moving his tongue correctly, "Sleep some more, I swear, no more swimming or gym or sauna, noooo, just a comfy bed and sleep", "Shawn you getting old", "No, drunk", "Then get some water", "Yeah right, do I need a shower that badly?"

The Vodka finally got opened, Jeff pouring into his glass, downing, pouring, downing pouring, ignoring the raised eyebrows for a little minute, grinning, "What, If I got it right, always collect before giving the bottle to Shawn no?", Mark inhaled deeply, trying not to let out whatever crossed his mind, Shawn pouted amused, Glenn had a laughing fit, Dave only had concern in his eyes before laughing too and Hunter leaned over and patted his shoulder, "Good boy, you're learning fast" , he added grinning at Shawn, "See, he knows you too already, no more emptying our bottles for you", "But he can", Shawn still had problems talking straight, or looking straight for the matter, "No, he just showed you how silly your behaviour is", "Now it's him teaching me, great", "No, it's us teaching you, Jeff just took the lead on this, and he's less drunk than you"

Mark growled, "Not for any longer if he continues like that", before he stared at Michaels, "You're not starting that Am not, Am Yes, Am not shit too now right, really, if somebody listens to us, they'll think we had one too many falls on our heads guys, seriously", Jeff looked at him and shook his head, pretending to close his mouth with a key, murmuring through closed lips, "Talk for yourself Deadman", "I managed to get that punk", he looked at him innocently, shrugging his shoulders before pouring him a glass of Vodka, great, now he would have to empty that glass before getting Whisky in it, "You know I don't really like Vodka", "No I don't, or didn't", "Yeah, well now I'll have to drink it, thanx a lot", "You're welcome", "I really don't hope so boy", with that Mark disgustedly downed the Vodka before nearly gagging on it and served himself immediately some Whisky, "Awful, how can you drink that punk", "I swallow it", Glenn had some trouble not to burst out in laughter, "So funny", Mark downed more than one Whisky, feeling a nice heat developp itself in his body and he leaned back, resting his head back and smiling…

Dave got the Whisky back to their side, filling his and Hunters glasses, Shawn having his head propped on his fists, elbows propped on the table, and dangerously getting a hanger towards Glenn, who grinning was ready to wake him properly the second he'd fall asleep and drop to his side, Jeff was sitting on one of his legs, a little turned and staring at Mark, thinking he could get away with it, it went good for at least two minutes, then Mark opened his eyes and saw him stare and stop every movement, he even stopped breathing, the intensity of the hazed eyes making him nearly shudder before collecting himself and growling, "There's something wrong with my face", "No, I just check who'd fall asleep first, you or Shawn that's all, don't get any ideas", "What ideas", "None", "Then don't mention it punk, and I'm never the one to quit, so stop hoping, Shawn's your man on this", Jeff was glad he had managed to quickly find an excuse and was quite proud of himself on this one, "Yeah, tough luck I guess", "Why? Wanna see me completely wasted", "No", "You're not making any sense Jeff", "I never do", "That I noticed, thank you", Dave laughed, "I don't believe it", and then there was the first victim of the booze to go down, Glenn reacting and keeping Shawn up straight then slapped him an the cheek, "Rise beauty", only to have Shawn flinching and waking, looking around a little lost, "What", "You just fell asleep", "Did not", Mark just hissed, "Did toooooo, you should go to bed Shawn", "Not yet", "Great"

Jeff was slowly starting to feel very drunk too, and yawning he shook his head as Mark looked at him, "No, don't, please, Not yet either", earning himself a growl, "You're slourching too", "Is that a verb?", "Yes it is", "Okay, if you say so", Shawn added, "And that's the bottom line", imitating Stone Cold's voice very badly and downing another glass full of Vodka, gagging somehow on it, "Woouh, watch it Shawn", Glenn moved closer to Jeff by reflex and very fast, making him tumble into Mark since his position hadn't been so great from the beginning, and head in Marks lap Jeff actually managed to blush for the first time this evening, "Oh shit, sorry Mark", "Sure you are", and pushing him back up he did he's best not to react too much, man, his brother was a real pain in the ass, and Hardy felt way to good close like that, that being again put on the count of the booze, and Glenn in the ennemy camp, "You're a fucking moron Glenn you know that?", "It wasn't his fault, I should have watched out a little too", "You're both insanly annoying", Jeff just shrugged and looked at Glenn who did the same, "Man bro, don't be such a cranky bitch", "WHAT?", "Yeah, stop growling and acting like that, he's sorry, I'm sorry, so ssshhhhh", "WHAT", Jeff fidgeted nervously between the two men, "Yo guys, you should calm down ok", only to get the glare on him, "Back to being a coward?", "NO, you really are a cranky bitch you know, it was an accident, nothing happened", "Nothing happened?"

Mark lost himself in his thoughts, well yeah, technically nothing had happened and yes his reaction was a little huge, but really, did the punk really have to land in his lap, with that face of his, no, not really and yet he did, and that bothered Mark, not the fact that he had, but that actually, he had found it quite pleasing, and that was a major issue, not to speak about the cranky bitch his brother had offered him and that Jeff had used too, "Ok, so you both get it, I'm no cranky bitch, I'm an annoyed person, there's a difference", Shawn used that moment to open it again too, "Nope, there's not"

Jeff giggled and got the bottle back, "Hey, it's nearly empty", "You knew it would", "Argh", and then the Vodka was down and Jeff was leaning back, needing something to keep him sitting straight, the walk to the room would be bitchier than Mark, that just made him giggle more, Shawn tried to lay down, failing miserably, "Shawn man, stop that", Dave pushed him away, "Ouch", "Yeah right", Dave tried to reason a little, "We should call it a night guys, really, before someone vomits or worse", "There's worse?", it had slipped Jeff, head back an eyes closed, lucky for him, he didn't see the glare Mark gave him before adding "Yeah, really, blood and broken bones for instance", Jeff's eyes snapped open and he looked at him, feeling a sense of near neausea built up, and it wasn't because of Mark, fucking Vodka, "What", "Nothing, since you've got no Vodka left, neither does anybody else, the Whisky is empty, no more beer, bed-time punk", "Ooh ok", he didn't feel ready to move, but since Mark had already started getting up, Hunter too, standing an awful shakely, Dave following, dragging Shawn over the bench, "I'll need help with this one Hunter", "I need help with myself you know", "thanx a lot man", Glenn moved to their side and started pushing Shawn from the other side, "I'll help you, I think I'll manage standing straight"

"No kidding bro", and then unfortunately for him Jeff got up and stumbled, dropping straight into him, and Mark, by reflexe put his arm around his waist, "Watch it Punk", only to have a wince in response, "Yeah sorry, but I'm not sure there's any spot on your body I didn't pound into, so I don't know if this will work less painfully", "Thanx for reminding me and please", his emerald gaze looked a lot like the one he had given him in the ring, when Mark's senses had completely lost it and in his opinion his purgatory had started, "Yeah punk", "Don't let go of me, I'm not capable of walking alone", "Oh really, then don't tempt me, and you silly excuses for men should all stop grinning, you're in no better shape than he is… Drunken bunch you are"

They all tried not to react to the protectivness Mark's voice had suddenly taken, only passed the two men grinning, Mark hitting Hunter in the neck, "You're an idiot", "Thanx", as Dave and Glenn moved Shawn forward to the elevators, Mark tried, and really tried for an unknown reason to hurt Jeff as less as possible, somehow managing and Hunter walked with them, "Man, we really have exagerated tonight", "You're not saying", Glenn waited for them to get to the elevators too then looked at his brother with puppy eyes, "Mark, please, can I stay in our room", "No", "Man, don't be an ass", "I'm not, you were, now you collecting that's all", "Please", "Absolutely not… Jeff, what room you're in, you remember", he got a worthy pout, "517, at least if I remember correctly", Glenn tried a last move hoping Jeff would be too drunk to arguy about it for long, "Jeff… please, can we change rooms, please, I'm wasted and I need a bed to sleep in", "What, eeh Glenn man, I don't know", there was a cling and the elevator had arrived, they entered, Mark mumbling, "Jeff, give that idiot your keycard so he shuts up", "I don't know"Dave saw the near despair Jeff was in and intervened, "You can have my room, it's a single too, and I'll stay with you Mark", "We have room 502, that makes not many change, you're what room?", "712", Jeff, half asleep and finding his objections suddenly very silly, a bed was a bed and the way he felt he'd rather lay in a bed than to have to discuss the subject in an elevator, "It's ok man", he managed after several tries to get the card out of his backpocket and handed it to Glenn, "Don't touch my stuff though", "Never would", "Ok"

Hunter's face had gotten impassible, not betraying any emotion, so now Mark didn't mind rooming with the punk, this became better and better with each minute, "We're neighbours, we're in 504", "A blast, thanx for notifying me… Yo punk, don't fall asleep yet", Mark just stared back at Hunter and shook Jeff a little making him wince, "Ouch, don't, my whole body aches", "That comes from wrestling with the big guys", "Not funny Shawn", "Now wait 'till you get fucked by a big guy", nobody spoke anymore, Jeff became pale and Mark speechless, a real rage building up inside, "Someone please shut that freak before I do, permanently, You've lost your mind Michaels or what", Dave did he usually slapping, "You're such an moron sometimes", "Sorry", he grinned at them but seeing Jeff's near panick face, "Noooo Jeff, it's ok, he won't, I wasn't talking about him, jeez, I was joking", "Not funny Shawn", "Well, I still find it funny though", luckily for everybody they arrived, and Dave pushed Shawn in Hunter's and Glenn's arms, "Good night everybody, see you later, let's say a late lunch?", "Yeah, sounds fine", Hunter actually still hoped to find someone to join him on some activities…

They moved down the floor, slowly and Glenn stopped at his new room, "Night guys, and sorry to make you switch rooms like that Jeff, I appreciate, really", "Humm, yeah, night", Jeff was more asleep than wake, and becoming heavier and heavier in Marks arms who was glad when he got to his room, he pushed Jeff against the door, Hunter trying to hold him up a little and not let Shawn drop, "Can you put him on the bed and help me with Shawn?", "I'd rather not, I might hurt him", "Mark please", "Yeah, give me a sec", Mark took Hardy by the waist again, and started moving him towards the bed, "Stay here", but Jeff just dropped, eyes closed and fell immediately asleep, Mark going back to Hunter to help him carry and put to bed Shawn, before making sure Hunter too got to bed safely…

Dave opened his door and started undressing, smiling, he'd never had a night out with them like that, and he always, since the beginning had found Jeff's skills stunning, so meeting the guy had been fun too, if not for the obvious akwardness between the Taker and him, which really intrigued him, at least now he'd have a nice subject to bring up in the plane…

Glenn on the otherhand, didn't smile, well yes, at least he had a bed, but he made Jeff room with Mark which both of them hadn't seemed fond of, even if he still believed their was something going on there, he felt a little guilty while moving Jeff's stuff to the floor and heading straight for the bed and falling asleep within five minutes…

When Mark got back he sighed loudly, that punk was really gonna make him crazy tonight, and inhaling he approched him and started taking off his shoes and his pants, marvelling at his pain resistance, his body was nicely covered in bruises and cuts, before pulling the cover over Jeff and moving towards the bathroom, this had really been a weird an nerv-wrecking evening, day, and night, he glanced at his watch, 5:32, great, the sun would be up soon, he cleaned up and went to bed too, trying to ignore the calm sound of Jeff's breathing, the images of their fight resurfacing, that boy really prooved to be one tough son of a bitch, and even if he somewhat acted immature and made him crazy, he couldn't but respect his fierce will and fearlessness, cause that was what it was bordering on, he had been surprised by more than one move and felt the pain in some parts of his body too, but too tired and drunk he too dwelled out into a colorful dream…

(Nope, they are just rooming guys, tztztzttztztz, don't even think of it ;-) )