Can't Be Strong

John stormed into the bar, still in his t-shirt and jean shorts. He didn't give a fuck about the stares.
"Vodka." He snapped at the woman over the bar. She raised an eyebrow but handed him a glass.
"Y-you're John Cena!" The woman said as she recognized him.
"No really?" He rolled his eyes sarcastically.
She looked hurt and walked away.
John sighed, running a hand over his head. He used to be so friendly but he was not in the mood tonight. He was so sick of Wade, Nexus and their bullshit.

Mike had been sweet talking a girl into giving him a free shot because Cody had dared him to and really, he was winning. That is until he seen his long time crush John Cena come in looking like the maddest mother fucker in the joint.

John chugged down drink after drink after drink. The bar in front of him was covered in empty glasses. He hiccuped with a drunken giggle, drinking had gotten his mind off things like he had hoped.

Mike cautiously made his way over to John and sat down beside him. "Hey John." He greeted, he was nervous as hell, Mike had always had the hots for this man.

"Sup, M-mike?" He giggled, everything seemed hilarious in his drunken state.

"Nothing...are you drunk John?" Mike already knew but he wondered if John knew.

"Wasted." John smirked, tilting his head upside down. "Woah, you look weird like this." He laughed.

Mike rolled his eyes. "I always look weird." He sighed, he needed to get John out of here.

John frowned, it was the first time he'd done so since he'd started drinking.
"Nuh uh." He stuck out his tongue. "You're smexy." He laughed, as he fell out of his seat and landed on his ass on the floor.

"Well then if you can sleep with smexy will you leave this bar?" He asked John, offering him his hand.

"I don't need help. I'll drive myself home and sleep in my own bed. Well the hotel's bed." John said firmly, attempting to crawl off the floor but only stumbling again.

"Hell no your not driving Cena." Mike told him strictly, reaching down and taking John's keys from his pocket.

"You're not my m-mom." John stammered, snatching at the keys but instead grabbing randomly at a patch of air.

Mike rolled his eyes. "Nope but I'll be your daddy for the night." Mike said as he took John by the arm and pulled him up, then trying to lead in to the car.

"Is that in a sexual way?" John raised an eyebrow and laughed.

Mike sighed and groaned. "Not unless you want it to be." He was joking, he wouldn't take advantage of John while he was piss drunk.

John chuckled and sat in the drivers seat of the car.
"Keys." He said firmly.

Mike reached in and blew the car horn, hoping to scare John so he could remove him from the seat.

John jumped a bit.
"What was that?" He asked with wide eyes.

Mike took him by the shoulder and pushed him out, hoping in the seat John had previously sat in.

John looked up at him from the cold parking lot, ground, lip trembling.
"That was mean." He said, eyes filling with tears as he stood and stormed around to the passengers seat.

Mike blinked at John and his eyes followed him around to the passenger seat. "Ummmm Sorry."

John crossed his arms, curling up in the seat and facing the window.

Mike sighed. "John please." Mike got an idea. He made his eyes fill with tears. "Please."

"Please what?" John's brow furrowed, eyes widening when he saw tears in Mike's eyes. "Why are you crying? I didn't push you."