A/N: I'm actually watching RAW right now. Hahaha. So it put me in the mood to post this. This is a long one, so I hope you guys'll enjoy it and tell me what you think.

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All We Are

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Chapter 11: I'd Tap That

Logan patiently sat on one of the leather sofas in the lobby. She and John had agreed to meet there at 9:30pm, which was in a few minutes. She looked herself over to make sure that she was dressed okay. John had not told her where they were going or how to dress, so she just went casual with a pair of denim jeans and a plain black tank top.

Logan was so busy fiddling with the hem of her top that she didn't notice when John came out of the elevator.

"Hey, beautiful," John said suddenly, startling Logan, who nearly jumped in her seat.

She looked up at John and smiled bashfully. "Hi," she simply greeted as she stood up. John was wearing a throwback jersey, his black denim shorts, and a new pair of white Reeboks.

"Did I keep you waiting long?" John asked, wrapping an arm around her waist as they started to walk.

"Nuh-uh," Logan answered, shaking her head. "So where are we going?" She asked as they headed outside of the hotel.

John shrugged. "Where do you want to go?" He asked her in reply as they stood by the curb, waiting for a taxi.

Logan honestly didn't know or care where they went, as long as she was with him. "You choose," she said.

"Ahh," John said, chuckling. "If I choose, we're probably gonna end up shooting pool at a bar somewhere," he said jokingly, although he was actually serious.

"Oh, can we?" Logan looked up at him hopefully. She loved pool; she didn't play it often, but it was one of her more favorite recreational activities.

"You serious?" John looked at her, surprised but grinning, and Logan nodded her head furiously. "Okay, let's go," he said, resting a hand on her lower back as he led her to the taxi cab that just pulled over for them.

8 Ball was a small billiards place complete with a bar for those who wanted to drink. It was a 10-minute drive from the hotel, and John paid the cab driver as they exited the car.

As they stepped into the building, they took in their surroundings. To the left, numerous pool tables were placed with enough room for the players to walk around freely. To the right, a full bar with a bartender and a few waitresses.

They walked up to the reception desk to get a table, and they were given one immediately. It was a table in the far back corner, by John's request. Although 8 Ball was not crowded, there were still a lot of people, and he wanted to enjoy his time with Logan with as little distraction as possible.

John handed the triangle to Logan. "Rack 'em up," he told her, referring to the array of pool balls on their table. Logan took the triangle and nodded in response. "I'm gonna get something to drink. You want anything?"

"Water, please," she smiled at him as he walked away and she started to gather the pool balls into the triangle.

By the time John came back with their drinks, Logan had finished setting the pool table and she was scraping chalk onto her cue stick. He set the drinks down on a nearby table and grabbed a cue stick of his own.

"So you play often?" John asked as he followed Logan and scraped chalk over his cue stick.

Logan shrugged. "Not as often as I'd like," she replied. She motioned for John to do the break shot. "I haven't played since," she paused to think, "since I got this job," she nodded to herself.

John positioned the cue ball to his liking and hit it with such force that it was sent gliding towards the triangle of balls. It hit with a loud crash and the neatly placed balls were now scattered all over the table. He pocketed a solid and rounded the table for his next shot.

"Nice break," Logan commented. "You must play a lot," she observed.

John pocketed shot after shot. "Not as often as I'd like," he grinned, repeating Logan's earlier words. She stuck her tongue out at him playfully. She rounded the pool table when it was finally her turn to take a shot.

"Don't scratch now," John playfully teased Logan as she aimed to take a shot. She made a face at him before leaning over the table again.

"Don't worry, I won't," Logan gave a sly smile as she thrust her cue stick forward to hit the cue ball, which in turn was sent to hit a stripe. The stripe was pocketed with ease and Logan continued to make her shots.

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"Guys, I'm bored," Joanie sighed as she buried her face into her pillow. "What do you think they're doing?" She asked, referring to John and Logan.

Joanie and Frankie sat lounging in their room with Randy, who also had nothing to do since neither Logan nor John was there.

Frankie shrugged. "They're probably out having fun somewhere," he said sarcastically.

"Something that we're not doing," Randy added. He sighed. "So what are we gonna do?"

Frankie shrugged again. "Joanie?" The two men turned to look at her.

She got up from her bed and made her way to the mini fridge, opening it. "Dammit," she cursed when she found that it was empty. She looked at the guys with a determined look on her face. "I'm getting drunk," she said, as she grabbed her wallet and cell phone.

The two men looked at each other before shrugging. "I guess we're getting drunk," they said as they both stood to follow Joanie out the door.

The three made a beeline to the liquor store that was directly across the street. They bought a big bottle of tequila and a few lemons before heading back up to their hotel room.

"Let's get this shit started," Joanie said as she found a plastic knife to cut the lemons with. They used the hotel's paper cups to pour the tequila into.

Frankie made his way over to his luggage and pulled out a deck of cards. "This should make the night more interesting," he told the other two as he waved the deck in the air.

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"What's your favorite color?" John asked once he sunk in a stripe. They had made up a game to go along with their game of pool. If Logan got a shot in, she could ask John a question, if she missed, then he asked her a question, and vice versa.

"Colors," she corrected, emphasizing the 's' at the end. "Blue, black, and silver," she answered.

"Like your eyes," John noted. He couldn't help but to look directly into them. At that moment, they were a bright blue.

Logan nodded, blushing. "But that's not why I like them," she threw in. "They're just cool colors."

An hour later, and they were still playing their games. "Okay, my turn," Logan said as they continued to play. Logan leaned over the table and took a shot, sinking in a solid. "Okay," she started, thinking of a question. The easy questions were soon starting to become a little more personal, but neither minded. It was a great way to get to know each other. "How many serious relationships have you been in?"

"One," John answered truthfully, but Logan gave him a skeptical look.

"I don't believe you," she said, challenging him.

John chuckled. "I'm telling the truth," he defended. "You said 'serious relationships'. I've had a lot of flings, but there was only one relationship that I was really serious about."

"All right," Logan said, accepting his answer, although she was still unconvinced. She went for another shot but missed.

John grinned. "My turn," he sang. He looked directly at her. "Same question. How many serious relationships have you been in?"

Logan could feel herself blushing. Now was the moment where he would find out exactly how nonexistent her love life was. "None," she said. "I've never been in any relationship before."

"Liar," it was John's turn to look at Logan disbelievingly.

"I'm serious," she said, her face flushing even more. "I've never had a boyfriend before." She realized just how lame she sounded saying that.

"So then does that make you a virgin?" He asked hesitantly. He hoped he wasn't being too personal, but this subject was peaking his interest.

"You can't ask me that," Logan stated matter-of-factly, placing a hand on her hip. "You didn't hit a ball in yet."

John silently went over to the pool table and pocketed another stripe with ease. "So are you a virgin?" He asked again.

"Persistent, are you," Logan mumbled under her breath. "Yeah," she said softly.

"Really?" John's eyes widened with interest and something else… Hope? "Man, I'd never think that you were one."

Logan's head quickly snapped to John's direction. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She said incredulously. "Do I look like a whore to you?" She added that last part as a joke.

John quickly raised his hands in defense. "That's not what I meant," he started. "It's just.. You're so beautiful, I figured lots of guys would want to be with you," he tried to cover up. "I'd tap that."

Logan gave him a confused expression, but she was laughing. Was that supposed to be a compliment? "Uh, thanks, I guess," she raised an eyebrow at him, chuckling.

"You're welcome..?" John laughed nervously, running a hand over his scalp. Cursing himself in his mind. He always messed up his words when he was around someone he was attracted to. Logan really had a hold on him, and he didn't even realize just how much.

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"BITCH!" Joanie yelled as she, Frankie, and Randy simultaneously slapped down the last of their cards. She and Frankie both slapped down cards of the same number and she said the word out loud before Frankie could. And that was the end of their drinking games. "I win," she cheered, clumsily raising her hands in the air.

"Aww, dammit," Frankie cursed half-heartedly as he took a sip from his cup of tequila. He sighed contently. "Uh oh, guys," he slurred as he picked up the empty bottle of tequila. "We're all out." He placed the empty bottle on top of the mini fridge, too lazy to stand up and put it in the trash.

They had been playing their drinking games for well over a couple hours and were too drunk to realize that they had finished the whole bottle of tequila.

They all downed their drinks before attempting to shoot their empty cups into the trash can at the other end of the room, all of them missing as their cups scattered around the floor. "Oops," Joanie laughed as she flopped down onto her bed.

Frankie and Randy were sitting on Logan's bed, facing Joanie. Randy lazily slung an arm around Frankie's shoulders. "Frankie, man," he slurred, grinning at him. "I gotta ask you something. And you gotta tell me the truth," he said.

"Like what?" Frankie gazed sluggishly at him.

"Okay," Randy started, trying to compose himself, but failing. "We all know I'm hot," he slurred, pointing to himself. "So I wanna know, and be honest now," he turned his head to directly face Frankie. "If I was gay, would you fuck me?"

Joanie's eyes widened from where she lay as she started laughing. Frankie, however, merely smirked. "Oh, hell yeah," he answered Randy. "C'mere," he mumbled as he cupped Randy's face with his hands and pulled him down so their lips met.

Had Randy been sober, he would have pulled away, but he found himself kissing back. Frankie's lips were soft against his, but he needed to feel more. Randy took control of the kiss once he placed a hand on Frankie's cheek. The other hand stayed at Frankie's waist, and Randy leaned forward, pushing Frankie to lie on the bed. He moaned once he felt Frankie start to suck on his lower lip, and he couldn't help but to open his mouth to him so their tongues could meet.

Frankie was in a dream, he just had to be. Even in his drunken mind, he realized exactly what was going on; he was kissing Randy Orton, and Randy Orton was kissing back. He heard Randy moaning as he felt their tongues rub against each other. The kiss was nothing like the one that he shared with Joanie; it was neither rough, fast, or sleazy. It was a passion-filled joining of two lips.

Randy reluctantly broke away, although his face lingered mere inches from Frankie's. He gave Frankie his trademark smirk before he sat up against his haunches.

"You were right," Frankie said softly, out of breath. Randy raised an eyebrow at him, urging him to continue. "You are a damn good kisser," Frankie grinned as Randy chuckled.

"You guys looked so hot," Joanie spoke up from where she lay on her bed. She lazily rolled her head to look at them, giving them a wink.

"Well, I'm glad you guys enjoyed it as much as I did," Randy smirked cockily.

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Logan sat in content as she sipped happily on her grande vanilla bean frapuccino at the Starbucks located on the first floor of the hotel. Across from her sat an equally pleased John Cena, who was lightly sipping on his caramel mocha latte. It was a comfortable silence, one where they didn't need to speak. They just gazed at each other, and Logan smiled, thinking about what had occurred earlier…

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As Logan and John continued to play pool and ask questions, they had grown comfortable around each other, and Logan found it easy to be silly around him. John was just a fun-loving kind of guy.

It was the last shot of the last game. If John made it, he would ask the last question. If he missed, then Logan had that advantage.

"Good luck, John," Logan had playfully teased. He grinned at her, flashing his dimples, and winked, before he leaned over the table and took his final shot. The 8-ball slowly rolled across the table and fell into a corner pocket.

"Yes!" John cheered childishly as he raised a fist into the air.

Logan laughed at him as he made his way towards her. "Last question. You better make it a good one," she playfully threatened.

"Oh, it will be," he slyly said, stepping up to her. He grabbed her hands in his own and looked into her cerulean eyes. "So uhh.." John hesitated. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight?"

"That's your question?" Logan blurted out. "I thought you said it was a good one," she pouted with disappointment.

John chuckled. "That was just a question leading to my real question," he tried to explain. "So answer it."

"Okay," Logan said skeptically. "Yes, I enjoyed myself tonight."

"Good," John simply stated. He squeezed her hands lightly, causing her to look up at him. "Because I like spending time with you and just being around you makes me happy," he said sincerely. Logan wanted to melt right there. Not only was he a funny guy, but he was also very sweet. "So I was wondering.." He hesitated again, "would you be my girl?" He looked at Logan hopefully.

Logan couldn't help but grin. "Really?" She was surprised that John would even want her. Yes, there was obvious chemistry between them, but she really didn't think that John liked her that much to want to be with her.

"Really," John confirmed. "I really like you, Logan. I wanna see where this takes us." He gave her hands another light squeeze. "So will you be with me?"

"Of course, John," she replied, causing John to break out into a wide smile. "You didn't need to ask me twice.."

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Logan and John had finished their drinks and stood to throw them away. John grabbed Logan's hand, which made her smile, and they headed into the elevator to the 40th floor. He walked her to her door, and they both paused in front of it.

"You wanna go inside?" Logan asked, as she slid the card into her door. The light flashed green and Logan turned the handle, but she did not open the door.

John glanced at his watch. "It's almost two. Are you sure it's okay?" As much as he wanted to spend more time with Logan, it was late, and he didn't want to intrude.

Logan only shrugged. "It should be. Joanie and Frankie are probably waiting up for me so they can find out all about our date tonight. So do you want to?" She tugged softly on his hand for emphasis.

John smiled. "Okay."

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Joanie continued to lie on her bed, while Randy and Frankie were settled on Logan's bed. It was nearing 2am and Logan and John still had not come back. The alcohol had tired them out, so they all decided to just watch some late night TV.

They were slowly drifting off to sleep when they heard distinct voices just outside of the door.

"You wanna go inside?" They heard Logan ask and they watched as the doorknob twisted, but did not open. The three in the room were now wide-awake. If Logan invited John in, there was no telling what they would do, and Joanie wasn't one to 'ruin the moment'.

"We should hide," Joanie whispered to the guys.

"It's almost two. Are you sure it's okay?" This time it was John's voice that they heard.

"Where are we gonna go?" Frankie asked.

"It should be. Joanie and Frankie are probably waiting up for me so they can find out all about our date tonight. So do you want to?" They heard Logan again, and Joanie motioned for Frankie and Randy to hide in the walk-in closet, and she slid herself under Logan's bed.

Logan opened the door behind her and they stepped in, only to find the room empty. The lights were on, the TV was blaring, but no one was there. "Weird," Logan said to herself as she scanned the room. "Hey! They had a party without me," she frowned, noticing the empty bottle of tequila on the fridge.

John chuckled and pulled softly on Logan's hand. She turned to face him. "I guess you'll have to say hi later," Logan pouted. She knew that their date would officially be over in a few seconds when they would have to say good-bye for the night. "I had fun today, John. I really did," she said sincerely.

"I'm glad you did," John replied, giving her a soft smile. "I had fun too."

"So I guess I'll see you later then?" Logan asked. She was thinking of more things to say, if only just to keep him there longer.

"Definitely," John said, moving closer to Logan. "Good night, Logan," he whispered as he brought his face closer to hers. But just as his lips were mere centimeters away, he could see Logan pull slightly back. "What's wrong," he whispered, not moving from his place.

Logan blushed in embarrassment. If only Joanie could see her now. Little did she know, Joanie was hiding under her bed, rolling her eyes. "I-I don't know how to kiss," she admitted. "What if I'm bad at it?"

John smiled at her but said nothing. Instead, he simply lifted her chin slightly, and brought his lips down to meet hers in a sweet kiss. His lips moved slowly against hers, waiting for her to respond. It took Logan a while before her lips automatically moved against his own. He slowly moved his hands and placed them gently on the side of her face. He deepened the kiss when he opened his mouth and let his tongue glide across Logan's bottom lip. She gasped slightly at the touch, and John slowly flicked his tongue out to meet hers. All Logan could do was to move her tongue against his. She lifted her arms to wrap around his neck as she softly pushed his head down to deepen the kiss further. His tongue roamed her mouth, exploring it and becoming familiar.

John reluctantly broke the kiss, and moved to rest his forehead against hers. "That wasn't so bad now was it?" He breathed deeply, the kiss leaving him breathless. Logan smiled, shaking her head. "Good. Because I didn't think it was bad at all," he smiled as he leaned down to place another kiss on her lips. "G'night, baby," he finally said as he slowly pulled away.

"Good night, John," Logan replied before he completely closed the door behind him. Logan remained in the same spot, subconsciously touching her lips. She was still blown away by that kiss, and now, she didn't know what to do. She wanted to jump for joy, she wanted to tell someone, but no one was there to tell, or so she thought.

"Ah choo!" Logan jumped at the sound of a sneeze coming from under the bed. She stood scared, unsure of what to make of it. Before she could do anything though, Joanie suddenly crawled out from under the bed, smiling sheepishly.

"Joanie?" Logan looked on in confusion. "What are you doing?" She asked hesitantly.

"Uhh," Joanie started, trying to think of an excuse. "Boo!" Joanie suddenly said, waving her arms frantically in the air. Logan looked at her as if she had grown another head. "I scared you, ha ha!" Joanie continued.

"Okay?" Logan raised an eyebrow. "That still doesn't answer my question. And where's Frankie?"

"Ta-da!" Logan turned to the closet just in time as Frankie burst out of it, Randy right behind him. "Hi, Logan!"

This night just couldn't get any weirder, Logan thought to herself. "Frankie and Randy coming out of the closet. Why does that not surprise me?" Logan mused, and Frankie took this opportunity to give her the finger. "So does any one of you care to tell me why exactly you were hiding?"

The two men looked at Joanie expectantly. "Hide and seek?" She replied. "And you found us! Yay! You win," she beamed childishly.

"Uh huh," Logan looked on disbelievingly. "Now seriously, why were you hiding?"

"Well," Joanie started. "Why don't you ask Randy and Frankie?" She shot her head towards their direction, Logan following.

"You see," Randy started, working up his charm, "we didn't want to cock block."

"What!?" Logan's eyes widened incredulously. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Yeah, we saw that kiss," Frankie chimed in. "I thought you said you didn't know how to kiss. What was that, huh?"

"So you guys were hiding so you could spy on me and John?" Logan finally caught on. "You guys are unbelievable," she shook her head, although she was smiling.

"Well, now that John is back," Randy spoke up, "I'm gonna go. Good night," he greeted the three friends.

"Night, Randy," the three called out. Logan turned to face the remaining two friends. "I swear, you guys are really something else."

Frankie and Joanie grinned at each other. "We know."

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