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All We Are

Chapter 2: The Scene

Once the three friends were out in the lobby, they started to jump for joy, oblivious to the odd stares that people were giving them.

"Oh my gosh, we so have to celebrate tonight!" Joanie said excitedly. "Let's go to a bar and get wasted!"

Logan grinned at the thought. Despite her quiet and reserved appearance, she loved to drink with friends. "Do you know any good places?" She posed the question towards Frankie who nodded his head vigorously.

"The closest thing is down the block," Frankie started. "It's a club called The Scene. There's a bar, a dance floor, and a DJ. Sound good?"

"Yep," the two girls nodded and they all made their way towards the elevator to the fortieth floor. Once in their room, the girls started to change into club attire. Joanie decided to go with a short pleated skirt with a plaid pattern consisting of pink, black, white, and grey stripes that barely covered her behind. For her top, she wore a matching corset that was black with pink pinstripes that made her chest look bigger. She slipped on a pair of black boots that ended just below her knees. The hair on the back of her head was gelled to spike upwards and her bangs were left to fall in front of her face. As for her make-up, the make-up artist herself decided to go for a smoky look.

Logan was more conservative in her look. She wore a simple black baby doll blouse and a denim skirt that ended mid-thigh. Logan hated wearing heels, so the best that she could do for her feet was wear her black pair of ballerina flats that she bought for occasions such as this. Logan left her hair down as she usually did, straight and sleek. Her bangs partially covered her right eye, obscuring it from sight. She wasn't one to wear make-up either; the farthest she would go was to put eyeliner, because she knew it brought out her silvery eyes even more.

All that Frankie had to do to get ready for the club was to take off his coat and messenger bag. Underneath, he had sported a black, long-sleeved button down shirt that he left unbuttoned to reveal a white tank top. He wore baggy, dark denim jeans, and his feet sported brand new white nikes. Frankie re-gelled his hair to make his faux hawk more prominent.

"We look hot!" Frankie beamed confidently at all three reflections in the bathroom mirror. Gathering their keys, phones, and wallets, the threesome made their way out of the hotel and towards The Scene. By the time they got there, a line had already started to form, but it wasn't that long, and it was moving quite fast. Before they knew it, they were in the club and the techno music was booming loudly in their ears.

"Let's find a table!" Logan yelled above the music and they all held hands and made their way through the mass of dancing bodies to the back of the club where the tables and booths were. A waitress came by and they ordered their first round of drinks. The three friends sat talking and catching up with each other. Soon, Joanie and Frankie had enough energy to want to dance. They both stood up and turned towards Logan.

"Come on, Logan, dance with us!" Joanie yelled over the music.

Logan shook her head, still sipping on her drink. "You know I don't dance, just go without me!"

Logan could see Joanie whine, but she couldn't hear her through the noise. "Please?" She pouted, Frankie following suite.

Logan shook her head again. "You two dance. I'll be fine by myself. I'll head to the bar after I finish this drink and I'll watch you guys from there," she told them.

Frankie and Joanie nodded their heads in defeat. "Are you sure?" They asked her, and Logan nodded, flashing them a genuine smile. "Okay," they told her before making off to the dance floor.

Logan had kept a close eye on her friends, but before long, she lost them amongst the sea of people. She sighed as she sat by herself in the booth. She concentrated on her drink, only looking up when she felt another presence sit across her at her table. Logan looked up and frowned at the drunken stranger that decided to stay. "Mind if I sit here?" The strange man slurred.

"Go ahead," Logan answered, still frowning at the man. She quickly picked up her drink and left the table, heading towards an empty stool at the bar.

Logan hoped and prayed that the drunken man would not follow her to the bar, but as her luck would have it, he did. "I don't appreciate you leaving me like that. That's just plain rude," the man sat next to her, slurring his words.

"Go away," she warned the strange man, not making eye contact or turning to face him.

She could hear him chuckle. "A fine piece of ass like yourself shouldn't be left here alone. Why don't you come home with me? I can show you a good time," the man could barely stay seated on his stool.

"I'm not alone, I'm with someone," Logan told him sternly, hoping that the man could take a hint.

"Oh yeah?" The man raised an eyebrow at her challengingly. "So where is he? Not here," he said as he glanced at the bar. "Not there," he pretended to scan the dance floor for a familiar face.

"Go away," Logan growled at the man again. This time she turned to face him, sending him a death glare.

"Oh, feisty. I like that," the man smiled seductively as he moved closer to Logan. He was about to grab her arm, but another large hand beat him to it.

"When she tells you to get lost, I suggest you listen," a threatening voice told the man. Logan slowly looked up to see John Cena standing behind her, his hands securely resting on her upper arms.

"Who the fuck are you?" The drunk slurred at John. "Her boyfriend?"

John ignored the question as he turned Logan's stool around to face him. He gently cupped her face in his large hands and gazed into her silvery blue eyes. "Baby, are you alright? Did he hurt you?" John made sure to say the affectionate name loud enough for the other man to hear.

Logan shook her head slowly. "I'm fine. He didn't touch me," she replied. She chanced a look at the drunk, who frowned at her and huffed loudly in frustration before getting off of the stool next to her and walked away from them.

John claimed the seat that the drunk just vacated and ordered a drink for himself. The bartender handed him a bottle of Coor's and he reached into his pocket to fish out his wallet. However, Logan slapped some money down for him.

He looked up at her questioningly and she smiled back shyly. "It's the least I could do for you saving my life. I honestly don't know what he was going to do if you hadn't shown up." Logan finished her drink and pushed the empty glass forward.

"No problem," John said, taking a sip from his beer. He sighed in satisfaction at the feel of the cold beverage hitting his throat. "What are you doing here anyway? Who are you with?"

"Joanie and Frankie," Logan answered. "We wanted to celebrate Frankie being hired into the WWE," she explained. John nodded in reply.

"So why aren't you dancing with them?" John asked, glancing at the mass of bodies and finally spotting the two familiar faces in the midst of it all.

Logan scoffed. "I can't dance," she simply said. "So why aren't you dancing?" She reversed the question back to him.

John grinned and shrugged. "I can't dance either," he replied.

Logan rolled her eyes and smiled at him. "Yeah right," she said in disbelief.

"I'm serious!" John's grinned never waived as he continued to glance at her silvery blue eyes.

"Okay, whatever," Logan said, though she really didn't believe that John couldn't dance. "So what are you doing here?"

"Randy," he said, and Logan understood completely. Randy was never one to back down from a club or party scene. Logan gazed out into the dance floor and could make out Randy's frame dancing next to Joanie and Frankie. "So you just gonna sit at the bar all night?" John asked after a moment of silence.

Logan lazily grinned at John. "That's the plan," she said in a sing-song voice.

"Well, in that case," John started, "can I buy you a drink? Or a shot?"

"Sure," Logan replied. "But only if you let me buy you a drink and a shot too," she compromised.

"Deal," John grinned, flashing his dimples at her before calling the bartender over to them.

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