AN: I know what you're thinking: "This is a Shawn fic how come Shawn isn't in the chapter?! OMG" I can reassure you Shawn will be in the next chapter *sparkle* Let's clear up a few thing here. The Anniversary part hasn't happened yet. The guys went to the bar had a little too much fun. Like I said it's all gonna be explained in the next chapter please feel free to R&R. All kinds of feedback is welcome ;]

~xChapter I: Reassurancex~

"Didn't I tell you not to drink so much?" John said as Randy hurled into the toilet bowl. John closed his eyes so he didn't have to watch Randy vomit. Edge tied his golden locks back with a hair tie, he looked at John and sighed.

"You're not even helping the situation John. Go watch TV or something." Edge said. Randy continued to vomit in the toilet. "Don't mind him just let it all out. I bet you'll be fine in the morning." Edge reassured the retching man. John stared at Edge in amazement.

"I seriously don't know how you do it?"

"Do what?" Edge said as he checked his body for any bruising or scratches. There was a minor bruise on his left shoulder, slight swelling on his cheek and a scratch on his forehead, all which would be gone before his next appearance. Edge helped Randy stand up, he too also suffered minor bruising except his eye, which was black.

"Dang, we sure beat you up real good." John joked. There was a 6-man tag team main event between Rated RKO, Chris Jericho, DX, and John Cena. Not to mention DX and Rated RKO had a previous match that night before the main event. Edge gently pushed Randy to John, John seemed confused. "Explain to me why I'm holding the sick man here." John asked.

"Because the sick man just happens to be your boyfriend. Meaning you have to put him to bed." Edge grinned. John groaned, the two were both drunk but John didn't feel like wanting to be the responsible boyfriend at the moment.

"I hate you." John grumbled.

"Hey he's easy to put into bed, trust me, I dated him. Plus I already stayed with him whilst he was hurling all over the place, as far as I know, my part is done."

Randy was resting on John for support. His head started to throb, John helped him into the bed while Edge grabbed a bucket just in case Randy needed to vomit again. Randy groaned as he leaned toward the bucket. Edge grabbed a couple of water bottles and handed them to Randy, Randy looked confused.

"You're going to need to drink some water to replace the fluids. Plus it'll stop you from vomiting for a bit." Edge said in a light calm tone. He opened one of the bottles and Randy chugged down the bottle. He was right, Randy still felt ill but not as ill to where he needed to hurl. John looked as amazed as Randy. Just how in the world could Edge stay so calm, even John himself felt he need to vomit at some points. Edge sighed as he got up and headed for the door.

"You're leaving?" John said.

"Yeah Chris partied just as hard as Randy did, so did Hunter. So I have to go check on Chris to make sure he didn't pass out on the floor or anything."

"What if Randy needs help. I don't have a strong stomach for vomit you know." John replied. Edge laughed.

"If Randy runs to the bathroom just check he doesn't go on the floor, then after he's done put him back into the bed and give him water. I doubt he'll need to hurl anymore it's amazing what water can do." Edge said as he opened the door. "I'll be back in the morning to check that you didn't kill him" He joked as he left the room.

:: Meanwhile ::

Chris was already going to head to bed until he heard a knock on the door. He groaned and answered the door, his eyes widen when he saw Hunter stand at his door with his bags. Chris looked around to see if Hunter was lost or just so drunk he couldn't tell what room number he was in.

"Your room is 313." Chris finally spoke.

"I know. Shawn said that it would be better if we both slept with you." He lied.

"What a bad liar you are."

"Okay so Shawn didn't accept my apology so he kicked me out." He said angrily as he pushed his way into the room. Chris was speechless as his slipped into bed ignoring everything. Edge walked into the room with a confused look on his face.

"I'm assuming Shawn kicked you out, now you're here and unfortunately Chris doesn't give a damn either." Edge said.

"ding ding ding. I would give you a cookie but Shawn ate them all." Chris grinned. Edge sighed as he moved all his stuff to Chris' side of the room. Hunter looked shocked, they seemed like it was routine to them.

"Why must you guys give me such a hard time. First Randy pukes his heart out, John doesn't even know how to help, now this. Sometimes I just feel like rooming with the Hardys for Christ's sake." Edge said as he continued to move his stuff. "Shawn owes me big time for this. Making me sleep with the assclown himself: Chris Jericho." Edge jokingly said as Chris grinned happily. Hunter unpacked quietly and slipped into bed.

"Hey, do you think Shawn is seriously mad?" Hunter asked, his voice light and husky. Edge and Chris looked at Hunter then laughed.

"Since when is Micheals seriously mad at anything." Chris replied still laughing.

"Hunter I'm sure Shawn will probably have forgotten about it by tomorrow. Now I need sleep so good night." Edge turned off the lights as he slipped into bed.