When Jon, Pat, Rose and I got back to the hotel Pat and Rose ran off to her room and Jon led me into his. We sat on the bed in silence and I stared at my heels. "I'm so sorry..." I finally said. Jon shook his head, "Not your fault. It's that fucker Marc Staal's fault." I looked over at him and he was clenching his hands and his knuckles were white. "Babe..." I said touching his arm. When I touched it he shot up and said, "I'm going to go hang out with Shaw and Saad and Kaner, alright? I'll be back later." As Jon left I felt tears starting to steam down my face, so I curled up on the bed and tried my best to sleep.
*Jon's P.O.V.*
I felt bad leaving Amy like that but I just needed to get away from things tonight. I gathered up Pat, Brandon and Andrew and we all headed to a local bar. When we got in there I quickly ordered myself two beers and a few shots. "Tazer you guna drink all that?" Andrew asked me. I ran my hands through my hair, "Yeah I fucking need it." I took the whole tray of drinks and found a booth and sat down while the guys got their drinks. I took the shots then started on the beer. When the guys got to the booth I got a disappointed look from Pat. I glared at him for a little bit. "So Pat hows your sex life? Cause I so could hear you last night." Brandon said to Pat, which made Pat grin. "Yeah. Rose sucks so well." he said smiling. Then the conversation turned to how much dick sucking they were getting from their girls. I just sat there and drank. When I finished my beer I reached for the second and Andrew turned to me and said, "How much head does Amy give you Tazer?" I just sat there and said nothing cause she never had. "None." I simply said chugging the beer til it was empty. The guys seemed shocked. "What?" I asked. They all just shook their heads in disbelief. I stood up and felt my self almost fall and I went to the bar and got more shots of whiskey and a beer.
When I got back Pat looked at me, "Ain't you going overboard tonight?" I shot him a nasty look, "Yeah says the one who's always drinking." Pat just stared at me almost like he did not expect for that to happen. "Well at least I don't let my girl get kissed by some douche bag like Marc Staal and not hit him from it." Pat said in defense as he put his beer to his lips. I got mad again and I took all the shots and chugged the beer.
*Amys P.O.V.*
I heard the door open. "Jon?" I asked with tears still coming down. "Yeah it's me babe." Jon said slurring his words and staggering when he walked. "Your drunk...." I said as I got up to help him sit down. "Shhhh... don't say the D-ord. Bettman might hear you and come and take me away." he whispered to me. I hated when he got like this, he normally was a ass hole when he was drunk. "Yo're sexy." he said as he slapped my ass. "Come on babe get in bed your drunk." I said trying to coo him into bed. "I'm not THAT drunk. I just had a few shots and a few beers, so what." he said smiling. I sighed. "If you get in bed you don't have to worry about Timmy the T-rex getting you tonight." I said softly. His eyes widened. "Oh okay... I don't want Timmy to get me." he said crawling into bed. I tucked him in and in 10 minutes he was passed out. I lied next to him knowing I needed my rest since I had practice the next day. I rubbed Jon's arm as he slept and he said, "Amy beautiful" in his sleep. I smiled and fell asleep myself as I mentally preped myself for the next day.