*Christina's POV*
Admittedly, I was sad the tour was coming to the end. It had been a wild ride from the moment we found a toe on the tour bus, to the days we met up with Billy Talent. The sword was no longer locked up in the spare guitar case now used for pedals, strings and straps. Brittany proudly displayed it in the lounge, joking one day it would be mounted on the wall with Kevin's head. Lesson learned, don't say that too loudly in public, police are everywhere these days.
I reminisced tour moments as we met up with the rest of the group, my band mates following.
"I'll miss you losers!" I called as we gathered and oiled into designated cars.
We got to the restaurant quickly, getting seated quickly by a chattery waitress who seemed to be hinting at liking Jon.
"She wants your peanut head..." Brittany winked at him.
"Wanna know why it's the shape it is?" Jon winked back as I fake gagged.
Our orders came in quickly, we ended up talking more than eating planning on going to a bar after dinner.
"I for one, plan on getting wasted!" Ben called as we left the restaurant and headed for a local bar.
"Second that!" Jess punched Ben in the shoulder as we ordered a round of drinks.
"Oi, I don't drink... Her either..." I pointed to Brittany who gave her beer a funny look.
"Loosen up, last night girls!" Ben had downed half his beer already, going back for more.
I shrugged as I grabbed my glass full to the foam at the top with a pale ale.
"Tastes like shitty ginger ale... Fuck!" I gave up and skulled my drink, slamming it down.
Brittany drank hers quickly along with the group. Another round came in, after another and another.
"Dance floor!" Before we knew it, everyone was swinging around dancing like no one cared. We were too wasted to notice we were wasted by this point.
Somewhere between rounds and dancing, we ended up back on our bus, no one in their proper bunks or even in the bunks at all.
-Next Morning-
I was woken by a massive pounding in the front of my head, threatening to pop my eyes out of my skull, so it felt.
I rolled over to see feet on the pillow next to me. I couldn't remember the night prio or why there were feet next to me. I pulled the sheet back revealing a very light sensitive Jon. On the floor next to us was Dawson laying on his shoes like a pillow.
"Fuuuuuuck..." My breath was thick with alcohol. "Jon... We didn't fuck right?"
Jon sat up slowly, holding his chest for a moment.
"Don't think so... I have two pairs of pants on, no shirt..." I stared in shock as I saw his collar bones. They looked as if he had gotten into a bar fight with an octopus and lost. Traces of red lipstick smeared across his splotted chest, I felt my eyes grow wide.
"Shit!" I recognized the colour, it was mine.
"You okay?" Jon rubbed his eyes and touched his chest again. "Oh shit..." He looked at me with a scared expression.
"AW FUCK NO!" The scream woke assorted bodies on the bus in a jolt. Waking the pain in my head again, leaving me feeling like someone kicked my head in. "I don't remember it!"
