Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

Lana Lang walked in to the club the costume party was being held at, her best friend Johnny Nitro by her side. She was clad in white and gold, the sexiest goddess in the city. The place was packed, crowded with tons of people in various costumes. It was hot, loud and smelled of sweat. Lana smiled. She flipped her loosely-curled hair over her shoulder, the gold headband crowning her head. She took Johnny's hand with a wide smile and dragged him to the bar and getting him a drink before leading him to the dance floor., the one place she preferred to be in clubs.


John Cena, commonly known as JC, walked into the club with Megan Fox, his best friend of... He doesn't even know how many years. A while. He looked around, smiling. He loved clubs. The way they were packed full of people and incredibly hot. He loved it. He smiled wide and pulled Megan to the bar, buying them both drinks and leading her to a table, though he knew she would want to dance soon. He knew that this was gonna be an exciting night. He just didn't know how exciting.

Megan loved dressing up during Halloween. But this time, she played it safe and dressed as a cheerleader. She was with her best fried John Cena. She and John had been friends for 15 years. THough she knew the fucker wouldn't remember exactly how many. But they never had any sexual feelings for each other, Megan playing for the other team.
"Tonight feels like it's gonna get interesting." She thought out loud to John, sipping her drink, and her 6-inch slicking against the floor as she scanned the club.


Johnny was dancing with Lana, drinking it up like he always did. He always partied hard, harder than anyone in the city. It sometimes got him into trouble but his best friend Lana always got him him out of it, from the moment she hire whim for one of her clubs. John was dressed as a Chippendale, pretty fitting.
"Babe, I need more drinks!" He pouted at his friend, wrapping his arms around Lana's neck.

Lana laughed. "You always need more drinks," she replied before leading him back to the bar, buying another drink, this one bigger than his last. "You know you're gonna regret this in the morning," she said to him, having to yell so he could hear her over the music. "And you know I'll stop you after 5," she added, knowing he would be smashed enough for his tastes by them.

John laughed. "Yes, tonight is going to be very interesting," he said, taking a sip of his drink which was a mixture of coke and vodka. "We should probably find Johnny and Lana, since Lana's gonna need some help keeping his drunk ass in line," he chuckled, standing up and holding his hand out to her.

Megan rolled her eyes. "Don't I know it. I should just put a leash on him." She chuckled and took his hand, standing and walking with him to find their friends. Meanwhile, Johnny was laying on the bar countertop, on his 4th drink. Enough to act like a dumbass with an excuse, but not enough to get naked.

"Look! It's whats-her-face and whats-his-face!" Johnny squealed, pointing to Cena and Megan who walked over to them.

John laughed heartily. "Yes, very true. It would be a lot better if he was just on a leash," he said when he had calmed down to a chuckle. He spotted Lana and Johnny, who was, of course, drinking on the bar. Yeah, on. Not at. On. "John, would you get off the bar? Other people are at the bar trying to have a good time without your body in their way," he said when they got into earshot.

Lana laughed. "JC and Megan, Johnny," she said and turned to them, smiling. "Hey guys!" she exclaimed and kissed JC's and Megan's cheeks. "How are you guys tonight? Ready to party?" she exclaimed, pumped up.

Megan smiled. "Of course!" She said, though she would rather kiss Lana's lips instead of her cheek. Who knows. It depended on where this night would go. She may have Lana in the bed. She may not. But she didn't know what twisted, dark turn this night would take soon enough. She looked at Johnny. She just shook his head yanked his hair.

Johnny pouted. "Owwy. And my body is so preeeetty, and seeeexy, and petite, and pretty--Did I say that already? Ah well, I'm so pretty!" He squealed and jumped onto John, his legs wrapped around the bigger man's waist, and his arms around his neck. "Hold me!' He whined, though he grinned drunkenly as he clung to Cena.

Lana rolled her eyes and Johnny. "You're such a baby when you're drunk," she said and told the bartender that Johnny was to have no more drinks whatsoever before ordering herself a Coke, one of the only things that was unhealthy that she allowed to enter her body. She looked at Megan and smiled widely. "Let's go dance!" she exclaimed, taking Megan's hand and dragging her to the dance floor before she began to grind against her.

John chuckled and caught Johnny, though he knew the younger man wouldn't fall even if he hadn't caught him. He wrapped his arms around Johnny's midsection and smiled. "I agree with Lana," he said, sitting on one of the stools so that it was easier to hold him up.

Megan smirked and grinded against Lana as well, feeling her excited disposition radiate off of her. She danced with Lana, dirty as always and glanced at the Johns. All she could do was chuckled when she looked at the two. Especially Cena, who sometimes looked like he had no idea what to do wit the smaller, out of control man. She shrugged and continued to grind with Lana.

John scowled and stuck out his tongue, licking Cena's cheek and tightening his legs around his waist so he wouldn't fall off. "I'm not a baby. Just... happy." He giggled and looked around. "These people look creeepy." He drawled out.

Lana was in her own world. She had totally forgotten about the Johns and everyone else around her and Megan. She focused only on the body behind her, the one that was making her more excited than a great night out with her friends ever could. She pressed her body as firm against Megan as she could, biting her lip as they danced.

John rolled his eyes, wiping the Johnny slobber off of his cheek. "Thank you for that," he said sarcastically. "And the people wouldn't look so creepy if 1) you weren't drunk off your ass and 2) it wasn't a Halloween party and people weren't dressed up," he informed Johnny.

Johnny shook his head, and looked at the people. "Nooo... something looks off." He mumbled, raising a brow. "I swear to God, I feel like I'm in a horror movie." He snickered and looked at Cena. "Or I'm just reeeealllyyyy drunk. Which ever came first." He said, grinning a bit.

Megan pressed closer to Lana as she dance, wrapping an arm around her hips. She glanced around. The people here looked off. Very off. But she tried to shake it off. It was Halloween. Of course things where gonna look creepy and unusual. But still...

John rolled his eyes, looking around. Nobody seemed off to him. "Stop being so paranoid. You're drunk off your ass. Everything is gonna look off to you," he said, chuckling. "Now we need to get you something to eat," he said and stood up.

Lana smiled as Megan wrapped her arms around her, leaning back against her. She loved how Megan felt. Everything just felt... Right. She didn't notice what Megan did because she was too far off in her own world.

Johnny shrugged. "Okie Dokie Artichokie." He hummed and got up, following the older John, looking around as he walked. He looked up at Cena. "I'm gonna go potty." He said and skipped off in search of the bathroom.

Megan smiled as Lana leaned into her. It felt good. She kissed Lana's neck. "Let's join up with the boys to get something to eat, yeah?" She asked, glancing around again before focusing on Lana again with a smile.

John chuckled and watched Johnny leave before he went in search of food for the smaller drunken man to eat.

Lana nodded and stood up straight again. "Let's," she said before taking Megan's hand and leading her toward where they had last seen the boys.

John did what he needed to in the bathroom. He walked out of the stall and was he this hands. He turned around and came face to face to with a man. John stumbled back in tot he counter. He looked over the man's face. Pale, sunken in cheeks that were cut up and bruised. But his eyes look inhuman. They were black, even the whites of his eyes. Now, John thought for a moment. It was probably a very good Halloween costume. But... he look emaciated. So much so it freaked the fuck out of John. He pushed passed the man and ran back to his friends. Megan was with Lana and Cena, the three of them sitting at a table.
"That was creepy shit...." John said, shuddering at the look of the man he saw in the bathroom.

John rolled his eyes. "Are you still on about that? John, you're drunk. Everyone looks creepy to you," he said, and kicked out the chair for him so he could sit. "You just need to eat and sober up," he added, pushing a plate of food in front of him. "Chow down." He smiled his large, dimpled, John Cena smile.

Lana raised an eyebrow. "Aw, is little Johnny boy scared of the people in their costumes," she said is a baby voice. She laughed. "Maybe you should drink less, yeah?" she chuckled, patting his back.

John scowled at everyone. "I am not afraid. Stupid bitches..." He grumbled and sat down. He was not paranoid. But fine. No one believed him.And if they got raped, it was on them. He ate his food, hoping to sober up.
Megan snorted. "Geeze, you'd think he saw a zombie." She chuckled and sipped her drink, her hand resting on Lana's knee as she listened to John grumble and eat at the same time.

Lana smiled and placed her own hand over Megan's, loving the warmth it gave her.

"Oh, Johnny. Stop your grumblin'. You know we make fun of you because we love you oh-so-much," JC smiled and kissed Johnny on the cheek.

John blushed. "Yeah, I'm sure. But it's freaking me out..." He said, glancing around. He swore, he was seeing this creepy people everywhere. When the power went out, John jumped in Cena's lap. "I told you something's creepy is goin' on!" He squeaked.
Megan just looked around. "It's probably part of the party, John. Calm down." She said.

JC rolled his eyes. "You act like the power doesn't go out on days that aren't Halloween," he said, wrapping his arms around Johnny so he didn't fall from his lap and resting his hands on his hips.

Lana's eyes widened. She had a major fear of the dark. Her body tensed up and she gripped the table tightly, eyes darting around thought she couldn't see anything. Her breathing became ragged and her heartbeat was erratic.

Megan sensed Lana's panic and wrapped her arms around her. "Hey, it's okay baby. Relax, I'm here." She said stroking the other woman's back and lightly kissing her neck.

John looked around. He clung to Cena when screams started to fill the giant club. He could tell they were real screams. Blood curdling screeches, sounds of snarls and growls filling the the place.
"John, this isn't fun anymore." He whispered in his ear. He'd been to a lot of scary Halloween parties, but this was pushing his boundaries. The lights where out and it sounded like people were being murdered or eaten alive on the dance floor.

Lana relaxed when she felt Megan's touches. Megan always had a way of calming Lana down, even in the scariest moments of her life, when she was trapped in total darkness.

John frowned as he heard the screams and sounds surrounding him. He wrapped his arms around Johnny. "There's no way this is staged," he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else.

John looked at Megan nd back at John. "We should leave..." he said quietly, wrapping his arms tight around Cena. Megan jumped a bit when the lights flipped on, 20 minutes later. John gasped.

Everyone was laying on the floor. The dance floor looks like a human dog pile from the Holocaust. The floor was tainted red. Nail marks adorned the walls. The bartender was laying on the floor behind the bar, glasses shattered around him.

Megan looked around, holding onto Lana. "We... We should call the cops, right?"

Lana sighed in relief when the lights came on. She didn't even care about the people around her. She just cared about the fact that she was again able to see.

John shook his head. "No. It's Halloween. They'll just think that it's a prank. I'm not entirely sure what we should do, actually..." John said. He wasn't sure at what point he had faltered, but he was not the John he usually was. The one who adapted and overcame everything. The one who had all the answers. Now he was the one who was as clueless as everyone else. And to be quite honest, he hated it.

Johnny looked around. "We should get out of here." He said, his nose wrinkling at the smell of blood. He went to the door and tried to push it open. It was locked. He hisses and kicked it open. He looked around the street. Car windows where smashed, the street lights flickered, it was like the busiest city in the country had turned into a ghost town.

Megan took Lana's hand and followed Johnny. "Where are we supposed to go?" She asked to no one in particular, this whole situation freaking her out just as much as the next person .

John walked out of the club, looking around. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "This is freaking crazy," he said, looking around.

Lana looked around. "Oh, this is nothing. You guys are scared too easily," she said.