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Summary: Four women have a bad day and meet up for some fun and Tequila. Anything can happen.
Liz, Emily, and Robin walked into the locker room at General Hospital, dragging their feet. The surgery had been going well, and then it had taken a turn for the worse and the woman died. Robin had lost patients before, but it was never easy. This was a first for Emily and Liz.
Liz leaned against her locker and pushed her dark brown hair off of her face. "I need a drink," she said.
Robin, who sat on the bench and pulled the clip out her own light brown hair, nodded. "Me too."
Emily turned from her open locker, a shirt clasped in her hands. "I could go for a beer."
"Tequila," said Liz, a gleam in her eye and a small smile curving her lips. Tonight called for the hard stuff.
"Shots," said Robin with a nod.
So it was decided. The three women would have a much-needed girl's night out. They changed from their hospital scrubs, grabbed their purses and headed out to Jake's.
Sam needed a break. She pushed her hands through her dark hair as she plopped onto the couch. Things were too tense right now and she needed some time to unwind - but Jason was not home to help her unwind. He was off dealing with another one of Sonny's mental breakdowns.
Sam sighed. She knew this wasn't the first time Sonny had a breakdown, but it was the first time that Jason was going to do anything about it. Instead of doing damage control – as he usually did - Jason decided that Sonny was not mentally stable enough to continue to run the organization. He was going to need to be replaced. Sam knew Jason didn't really want the job of boss, but he would do it if he had to. Sonny's unsteady mental capacity could get them all killed.
So, after a long talk where Jason detailed what was going to happen if he took over, Sam agreed she would be by his side no matter what. He cautioned her it would be dangerous - that he was going to become more of a target than before - and that Sonny was not going to like it.
Sam knew the risks and the consequences, but she was not walking away from Jason. She loved him and would be there for him through it all.
The last few days had been tense as she waited for the ball to drop. For the change to be made and for Sonny's reaction when he found out. She knew that Jason was going to suggest that Sonny take some time and go down to the Island - with Sonny out of the way, Jason would be able to take over without his interference.
In fact, Jason was over there right now, talking to Sonny about taking a short vacation. And Sam was sitting on the couch with too much pent up energy. She needed to do something. She needed to unwind.
Hmmmm . . . .maybe a drink at Jake's would help. Sure, Jason had beer in the fridge, but Sam wanted more. She wanted something with a kick. Tequila sounded good. Getting up, Sam ran upstairs, changed out of her sweats and then headed out to Jake's.
Jake's was like every other small town bar in America. It was dark. It was dingy. But it was the perfect place to let loose. The main room was large and housed a long bar, various wooden tables and chairs and a couple of pool tables. There was a second level that had a few rooms - rooms just as run down and dingy as the rest of the place.
And then there was Coleman. He was the stereotypical, greasy, lecherous bartender who was currently running Jake's. He flirted with anything that had breasts and thought he was God's gift to women. There was no argument that he had rugged good looks, with a thick mop of chestnut hair - he might have once been considered distinguished. But when he opened his mouth, that image faded.
Coleman was currently enjoying the view of three very beautiful women sitting right in front of him at the bar. They had been there for forty-five minutes and he had already lost count of how many Tequila shots he poured them. In fact, he just put the bottle on the bar and let them have a go at it.
Coleman's attention was drawn to the door when it swung opened and another vision of beauty walked in. Samantha McCall. Coleman took a moment to appreciate the way her dark blue jeans hung low on her hips and the way her top offered him a nice view of her ample cleavage. Morgan sure was one lucky man.
Sam looked around as she stopped just inside the main room. It was pretty deserted tonight, which was not a surprise. It wasn’t like Jake’s was a hopping hang out. She eyed the pool table, a small smile curving on her lips. After a couple of shots, Sam decided a solo game would help to strengthen her skills at the game. She had to beat Jason sometime without cheating.
Turning to the bar, Sam’s smile widened when she saw the three women already there. Looks like she wasn’t the only one who needed to let loose a bit. And they seemed to be the perfect people to vent to about Jason’s lack of attention lately – not that she was going to tell them about Jason’s plans. She had promised to keep that under wraps for now. But each of the three women sitting there had a different relationship with Jason – and they knew different aspects of him.
Robin Scorpio had been Jason’s first love after his accident changed his life. She taught him what it was to love again. To trust and let someone else in. She was a woman who allowed Jason to be who he wanted to be – for a little while. Sam knew the story. Jason had fallen in love in Robin and they were building a life together, then Robin had revealed a secret that was not hers to tell. A secret that disrupted a lot of lives and infuriated Jason. He felt betrayed and deeply hurt by her actions – turning away from her and shutting down.
Elizabeth Webber-Spencer had come into Jason’s life at a time when they both needed attention. Their relationship really didn’t get too far, but they were able to develop a friendship over the years.
Emily Bowen-Quartermaine-Cassadine had come into Jason’s life when her biological mother died of cancer – leaving the eleven-year-old girl an orphan. She had known Jason before his accident and then after, when he couldn’t remember who he was or who is family was, she rebuilt a relationship with him without trying to change who he was becoming. Although blood did not bond this brother and sister, love and acceptance did.
Smiling, Sam walked over to the bar, sliding onto the stool beside Liz. “So, what brings the three of you here?”
“Okay Sam,” said Liz with a smile. “You have a lot of catching up to do.” She laughed as she pushed a bowl of lemons toward Sam. “Now, what you have to do . . .to do this pro . . . prop. . . . right,” she finally got out. “You need to lick it, slam it and suck it!”
The women burst into high pitched giggles and watched as Sam easily followed Liz’s directions. “Whoa! Now that hit the spot!” Sam exclaimed as she slammed the shot glass down on the bar. She reached for the bottle to pour another shot.
An hour later the four women had finished two full bottles of Tequila and Coleman had called a cab for them. Gathering their things, the women giggled and stumbled their way out of the bar, Tequila flowing through their systems, bringing smiles to their faces and a sparkle to their eyes. It had been a perfect way to unwind and let loose after such an emotionally heavy day.
Fumbling with the keys, Sam finally got the door opened and then almost fell into the penthouse as she tripped over her own feet. Giggling and pushing her long hair off of her face, Sam pushed the door closed and looked up, seeing Jason sitting on the couch, looking at her.
“What?” she asked innocently as she stumbled further into the room.
“Have fun?” Jason asked with a smile, watching her. It wasn’t often that Sam got this drunk, but when she did, it was pretty amusing to watch.
“Lots,” Sam said, swaying slightly as she made her way over to the couch. She then climbed onto Jason’s lap, straddling his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I just needed to unwind,” she added.
Jason nodded. “Nothing wrong with that,” he said, looking up at her. Her eyes were glassy, but he saw the desire behind the glassiness. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was wild around her face. “Did it help?”
“A little,” Sam whispered, licking her lips and tasting traces of tequila, salt, and lime there. “I actually wanted you to help me unwind.”
Jason nodded again. “Maybe I still can,” he said, bringing his hands up to push some of her hair off of her face.
Sam leaned her head down and hungrily took his lips with hers.
He looked at the clock when he heard the knocking on the door. Rubbing his eyes, he went to the door and opened it. “Robin,” he said, looking down at her as she leaned against the doorframe.
“Dr. Drake,” Robin said, a wide smile on her face. “Care for some company?”
Patrick raised an eyebrow, a slow smile bringing out the dimples in his cheeks. “From you? Anytime,” he said, stepping aside to let her in.
Robin walked in, stumbling a little as she passed him.
Patrick turned and watched her as he closed the door. “Late night?” he asked.
Robin flopped onto the couch and looked up at him. “You can say that,” she said.
Patrick was amused and intrigued as he looked at her sprawled over his couch. Pushing away from the door, he walked over to her. “Want to talk about it?” he asked.
Robin sat up and pulled him down onto the couch. “Talking is not why I can here,” she said before crushing her mouth to his.
Nikolas stood out on the dock as he watched the launch approaching. The launch driver had called asking that Nikolas meet him when he docked, as Mrs. Cassadine was not herself. Nikolas had been worried and rushed right outside.
As the launch docked on Spoon Island, Nikolas rushed over watching as Emily tried to stand, swaying and almost falling into the water. Her laugh had him shaking his head.
Knowing she wasn’t in immediate danger, Nikolas stopped at the edge of the docks and folded his arms over his chest.
Emily made it onto the dock without falling into the water. She smiled when she say Nikolas. “There’s my prince charming!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms wide open, which resulted in her losing her balance.
Nikolas moved quickly to keep her from tumbling off the dock and picked her up in his arms.
Emily smiled dreamily. “My hero,” she whispered, leaning her head up and kissing him deeply.
Lucky quietly opened and closed the door to his and Liz’s small apartment. It was late and he didn’t want to wake Cameron. Turning around, Lucky stopped in surprise, his eyes widening as he looked around.
The small room was lit with the soft glow of candles that were covering every flat surface. There was a bottle of wine on the table and two glasses. A plate of brownies sat in the corner of the table. Then he saw her. Liz was lounging on the couch, the candlelight making her creamy skin glow and her brown hair shine. She wore a light blue satin nightgown that reached mid-thigh.
“I was waiting for you,” she said with a smile, reaching out her hand and beckoning him over to her.
“Wow,” Lucky said, going to his wife. “You look breathtaking.”
“Mmmm . . .flattery will get you everywhere,” she whispered, pulling her husband down to her for a drugging, hot kiss.
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