All We Are

Chapter 3: Definitely Drunk

Although they wished that Logan had joined them, Frankie and Joanie were still having a blast on the dance floor. They stood face to face, their hips grinding together to the beat of the music.

They both looked over to the bar to see Logan sitting there, a guy sitting dangerously close to her. "Uh-oh, you think she needs help?" Frankie asked as they continued to move against each other.

"We'll head over if things get ugly," Joanie said, keeping a close watch on Logan. They watched as Logan tried to ignore the man by turning away, but the man kept talking to her. Logan snapped her head back to the man and they could tell she said something harsh by the expression on her face. "Uh-oh," Joanie gasped as they saw the man move to grab Logan, but they sighed in relief once they saw John Cena step into the confrontation.

They continued to watch as John rested his hands on Logan's shoulders, the gentle way he looked at her, and the menacing look that he used to scare off the drunk man.

Frankie smiled at this. "So what's their story? Logan didn't tell me they were dating," he asked Joanie.

Joanie scoffed playfully. "They're not," she simply corrected. "Though it's obvious that they like each other."

"So then what's the hold up?" If two people liked each other, then they should go for it, right?

Joanie shrugged. "She really likes him, but she's not gonna approach him, you know?" She waited for Frankie to nod before continuing. "He's a wrestler. Girls are all over him all the time. He parties, he drinks, he has sex on a regular basis. Logan's innocent, so she's intimidated," Joanie explained. "And John," she transitioned, "is really into her too. He's so loud and obnoxious, but put him in a room with Logan and they both get quiet and just steal glances at each other. Its pathetic, really," Joanie admitted.

They glanced back at the couple at the bar, who were now laughing and taking shots. "That right there," Joanie pointed, "that's progress. They better hook up by the end of the night," she threatened, smiling.

Joanie and Frankie continued to dance with each other. "May I join in?" Frankie and Joanie turned to see Randy standing there. He placed a hand on Joanie's waist and started to grind into her from behind. Joanie looked at Frankie and gave him a knowing smile, winking at him.

Although Joanie was sandwiched in between them, Frankie paid no heed to her, as all he could concentrate on was Randy. He imagined that Randy was grinding up on him instead of his friend. "So what brings you here?" Frankie asked Randy.

"Johnny wanted to drink, and I wanted to dance," Randy simply said. "And yourself?"

"We're celebrating Frankie's employment into the WWE," Joanie replied proudly.

Randy flashed Frankie his trademark smirk, "oh yeah. Congratulations," he told the blushing boy, who said a quiet 'thank you' in reply. "So what kind of photography do you do?"

"Anything and everything," Frankie replied. "I'm a freelance photographer."

"Nice," Randy grinned. "So are you doing side-ring photography for us?" Frankie shrugged in response. He wasn't even sure what he was doing just yet. "Well, just so you know," Randy started. He moved his head to the side and struck a pose. "This is my good side," he said, lifting an eyebrow, giving Frankie his most sultry look.

Frankie damn near melted into a puddle at the sight of Randy. If he hadn't known any better, Frankie would have thought that Randy was flirting with him. Oh, if only he was gay, Frankie thought to himself, but shook that thought out of his head. Being around Randy for too long almost made Frankie forget that he already had a boyfriend. Almost.

His name was Erik Rhodes and he was twenty-six years old. If the name rings a bell, perhaps it's because he is a popular gay male porn star. Frankie met Erik three years prior, when he was still attending classes at the New York Institute of Technology. Erik had just bought his own condo in Brooklyn and was visiting a friend at NYIT. He just so happened to meet Frankie while he was there, and they clicked right away. They soon started dating, and within a year, Erik had asked Frankie to move in with him, which he obliged immediately.

Frankie loved his boyfriend of three years. Erik treated him well enough, he was very good-looking, and, being a porn star, he was very good in bed. Frankie often thought that Erik was too good for him. Erik was a porn star and was therefore entitled to any piece of ass he could want. Why Frankie? What made Frankie so special that kept Erik coming home to him every night? It was thoughts like these that had Frankie thinking that Erik could do so much better. And it was Frankie's stray thoughts of the prospect of being with Randy Orton that made him think that he didn't deserve a guy as great as Erik.

After a few more songs, Frankie, Joanie, and Randy decided to head back to the bar where the couple was. They noticed how laid-back John and Logan seemed to be around each other, a sure sign that both were intoxicated.

"Hey guys," John lifted his third bottle of Coor's in greeting towards his friends. If anything, he was buzzed.

"Buddies!" Logan grinned goofily as her friends approached her. It was obvious now that Logan was way past 'just drunk'. "Come have a shot with us! Bartender!!" She called for the bartender, slapping her hands on the bar counter.

Frankie raised an eyebrow at this. Yeah, she's definitely drunk. Logan was never usually this loud or aggressive. "What'd you do to her?" He directed his question to John, a knowing smirk on his face. John grinned back, shrugging as he took a sip from his bottle.

"We were just buying each other shots," he said, innocently.

Logan snapped her head back towards her friends as the bartender started to fill five shot glasses. "Yeah! Oh my gosh, you have to try this one. It tastes weird, but drink like five or seven and it'll fuck you up!" The maniacal look on Logan's face told everyone that she was far gone from sober. She started to pass each person a shot glass. "Ready?" They counted to three, and all at once, they all took their shots. "Wooo," Logan mocked Ric Flair's trademark call.

They continued to take shots well into the night. Frankie felt his phone buzzing in his pants and pulled out his SideKick from his pocket. "Hey," he answered, covering his free ear to block out the noise.

"Baby, where are you?" It was Erik, and the tone in his voice indicated that he wasn't happy.

"I'm at a club. I told you I was spending the day with Logan and Joanie," Frankie explained.

"Logan and Joanie!?" Erik never really liked Frankie's friends. And he definitely didn't recall Frankie telling him that he was going to spend time with them. "I don't remember you telling me. What are they doing here?"

"They're here for the week," Frankie frowned at his boyfriend's tone. "I wanted to see them."

"Are you coming home tonight?" Erik was getting irritated.

Frankie glanced at his watch, realizing that it was way past midnight. "No, not tonight. I'll just spend the night with the girls," he glanced at the two for confirmation, and they both nodded, smiling.

"Fine, then don't come home," Erik finally barked before hanging up the phone. Frankie pulled his phone away from his ear and stared at it in disbelief.

"He hung up on me!?" He scoffed.

Logan rolled her eyes. "Erik, huh," she said more to herself. "Why are you even with him?" It wasn't a secret that Logan and Joanie despised Erik. However, they knew that Frankie loved the man, so they agreed to put up with him for as much as they could take. "Your boyfriend's a dick," Logan stated.

"He's a hot dick," Frankie defended, raising an eyebrow.

"He has a hot dick," Joanie grinned, putting in her two cents.

"Hell yeah," Logan grinned back as she gave Joanie a high-five. She couldn't deny the fact that Frankie and Joanie were right; Erik was a hot dick with a hot dick. "You're lucky your boyfriend is hot. Otherwise I would fuck him up," Logan threatened jokingly, shaking her fist at Frankie.

"You wouldn't fuck him up. You'd just fuck him," Frankie shot back, smirking.

"No, I think she'd rather fuck John first," Joanie said loudly. John's head shot towards their direction at the sound of this statement.

"WHAT!?" Logan and John both said at the same time. Logan shot a death glare towards Joanie.

"What?" Joanie asked innocently, shrugging her shoulders. "It's true, isn't it? You like John don't you?" If this was the only way to get Logan to admit to John that she liked him, then so be it.

"No!" Logan yelled, trying to save herself from being embarrassed. "Wait," her head snapped back to John. "That's not what I meant. I mean, I like you, but I wouldn't wanna fuck you. I mean, I would, but not right now. I mean- oh god." Her face was a beet red as she covered her face in her hands as if to hide herself from the world. She quickly turned back to the bar and ordered herself a mixed drink. Immediately, she started to chug at it.

"Calm down, Logan," Joanie raised an eyebrow at how fast Logan was killing that drink. All Logan did was lift her hand at Joanie and give her the finger. "Not a good idea," Joanie shook her head, referring to the middle finger that Logan was waving at her. "John might get jealous," she grinned again before hopping off of her stool. "I'm gonna go dance some more." And with that, she headed towards the dance floor once again, leaving Logan with the three men.

Logan finished her drink and slammed the glass back onto the bar counter. "I swear I'm gonna kill her," she said to herself. She chanced a glance at John and noticed that he was busy concentrating on his own bottle of beer. She pointed a finger at Frankie to get his attention. "Tell her, her ass is mine come Monday. I'll take it to the fuckin' ring if I have to," Logan slurred. Frankie couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing Logan drunk was always a funny thing. Logan wobbly slid off of her stool. "I think I'm gonna go," she said, struggling to stand straight.

"Need help?" Frankie offered, as he moved towards her but Logan only shook her head, causing her to feel even dizzier.

"I'm good," she reassured, flashing a thumbs-up at the men. She intended to walk straight out the door, but for some reason, her feet sent her walking sideways, and before she knew it, the floor was getting closer. However, she didn't hit the floor like she assumed she would. Turning her head sideways and looking up, she realized that John had caught her before she completely fell to the ground.

"I'll walk you back," he simply told her, helping her straighten up. He guided her arm to wrap around his waist from behind as he rested his on hand on her lower back. Together, they slowly walked out of the club and into the cool night air of New York.

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A/N: By the way, we don't own Erik Rhodes. He's an actual gay porn star.

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