Legal Crap: You know the deal. I don't own Digimon. I'm broke so don't sue me.

Author's notes: I actually succeeded in writing a short piece, But then it got long in revision…*Sigh* I just do not write short.  This is the prequel to "Underneath Your Clothes"

*Smiles*–Tashana Ambrosia

The Last Woman He Ever Loved

Chocolate brown eyes looked into blue ones, as the girl considered her options. She bit on her lip before smiling triumphantly. " I've never saved the world."

The blonde sitting on the other side of the coffee table laughed, " Cheap, very cheap." He threw back the shot and coughed at the burning sensation.

" You did a couple of cheap ones too, it was my turn." She gathered her braids into a ponytail.

" How smashed are we getting?" He question looking at the bottles.

" Not too smashed. I have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to piss Joe off."

" It's me you should worry about." She pointed out and poured him another shot.

" That's true." Matt ran his hand through his hair before announcing; " I've never jumped naked into the river."

Taylor's mouth dropped open in shock, " Oh no! How did you hear about that?" She swallowed the shot and poured herself another. " That is very privileged information."

" Eva has a big mouth when she's trashed." Matt smirked.

" No fair using my friends against me."

" Like you wouldn't do the same."

" True." She stretched, " When are the guys getting back?"

" Tomorrow afternoon, if I remember right."

" Do we have a gig next Friday?"

" If Sheri doesn't cancel."

" Sheri doesn't cancel. She has too much respect for artists to do that." Taylor crossed her arms over her chest.

Matt's mind wandered to when he'd met the audacious bass player. It had been over two years ago, just after he'd lost his original bass player.

*Begin Flashback

Matt leaned against the edge of the bar, as he waited for the guy he was supposed to be meeting.

" Think he's gonna show?" The bartender questioned.

Matt sighed, " Doubtful if he hasn't shown up by now. Do you know anybody of talent who's looking for a band?"

" Have you talked to Taylor?"

" Who's he?"

" Naw she, Taylor; Rick Taylor's daughter. Some people call her Rainy, that was her nick-name for a while." The bartender wiped off the bar.

" She any good?"

" Good?" The bartender looked surprised, " I'm surprised you haven't heard of her; she's the best bass player in the area, since her old man died. I mean he trained her, she's amazing."

" If she's so great, why hasn't she already teamed up with someone?" Matt took a sip of his beer.

" Cause she won't join a girl's band and guys can't stand her taste in men." The bartender pointed to the crowded dance floor. " She's black chick with purple braids."

Matt looked into the crowd and saw the girl in question. She was shorter, not heavy, but not skinny, she had a pretty face, but she had a black eye. " Where'd she get the shiner?"

" The guy next to her, that's her boyfriend, Jerry." The bartender shook his head, " I've known that girl since she was six, and if her father wouldn't have died she wouldn't be dating guys like that."

" She just lets him hit her?"

" No, she fights back, but it's a bloody mess and she won't let anyone help her either."

" She's a real bitch huh?"

" No, not in the least. She's actually pretty sweet, rough around the edges but sweet." The bartender looked at Matt seriously, " Do you want to meet her?"

" Yeah, if you think she'd be willing to work with me."

The bartender nodded, " Taylor! Come here would ya?"

The girl made her way over, " Yeah, Roy?"

" This is Matt, he's looking for a bass player."

Taylor gave a lope-sided smile, " Well this is your lucky day golden boy, cause I'm the best you'll ever find."

End Flashback*

Taylor waved her hand in front of Matt's face. " Yo! Golden-boy, are you in there?"

Matt blinked, " Sorry I phased out."

" No." Taylor dryly replied before smiling, " I know you, Matt."

" You think so do you?"

" Oh but I do. I know that you wear the same gray sweatshirt when you write your music. I know that you still take Sora out to eat on the 15th of November and August so you don't lose touch with her. I know that every 2nd Friday of the month you try to do something with your brother…"

" The last two you could have known by reading my date book and the first one you could know by living here." Matt folded his arms over his chest.

" I know that your most ticklish spot is on your upper thigh and I know from personal experience that you can unclasp a girl's bra with one hand." Taylor laughed as Matt began to half choke half laugh.

" Come on, Taylor, we agreed not to talk about it."

" It was ages ago." Taylor waved her hand dismissively, " I mean come on it's not like we did that much anyway."

" I just don't want to stir things back up."

" I don't care; the past is the past and I'm quite happy with the present and Joe thank you."

" I'm glad to hear it."

" Okay now where were we…Ah yes, I've never…written a song for a significant other."

" Aren't you going to start working on one tomorrow?"

" But I haven't done it yet! Drink up baby!" Taylor laughed out loud.

Matt drank the shot and choked again.

" Are we doing this to build up your tolerance?"

Matt closed his eyes before a soft knock rapped against the door. "Did you hear something?"

" I don't know it sounded awfully quiet to be anyone we know."

" Sora or Ken maybe?" Matt suggested.

Taylor nodded, " Could be, we won't know until you answer it."

" And why to I have to answer it."

" Because it could be some random killer and I certainly don't want to die."

Matt stood up and walked towards the door, " If it is some killer they are probably either after you, or they should be."

" Ass." Taylor spat, " Answer the door."

Matt jerked the door opened and was very surprised to see a very disheveled Mimi rocking back and forth on her heels.

" Hi Matty." She drawled throwing her arms around his neck. " I've missed you. I went to see Joe and he wasn't any fun."

Taylor arched one eyebrow and grabbed the phone on its first ring. " Hi Baby…yeah she just got here…No, I'm not mad…I'll talk to you later." She hung up the phone and glared at the obviously drunk woman.

Matt was carefully trying to pry Mimi off him. " Hey Mims. What's going on?"

" Nothing!" She bobbed her head. " I want a drink."

" I think you've had enough for the night." Matt insisted.

" Nope." Mimi swung away from him and nearly fell before catching herself. She grabbed one of the shot glasses and attempted to swallow the contents. In almost the same motion of drinking the shot she spit it out. " Ouch." She dropped to her knees.

" Serves you right for taking someone else's drink." Taylor growled.

Mimi coughed and sputtered for another few minutes before glaring at Taylor. "Slut."

Taylor's shoulders tensed up as she prepared to pounce.

Matt got in between the women and picked Mimi up. " Come on Mims. Let's go talk okay?"

" I don't wanna." Mimi insisted, but allowed Matt to lead her.

***

Matt came out of his room about an hour later.

" She sleepin'?" Taylor questioned.

" Yeah." Matt shook his head, before noticing Taylor had cleaned everything up but the bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand. " Problems?"

" No." Taylor shook her head and poured herself a glass. " She's not staying here. No live-ins, remember?"

" She isn't a love interest; she's just a friend who needs to get back on her feet."

" Let her do it somewhere else." Taylor gulped down half of the glass.

" You're jealous." Matt laughed.

" Don't flatter yourself."

" No, not me, Joe. This is about him."

" Damn straight it is! She threw herself at him, I've severely maimed for less."

" She's had a rough day."

" GAP go out of business?" Taylor curled her lip up in disgust.

" Doubtful. I don't know what's upsetting her so badly, but she's staying here for at least a few days until she gets on her feet."

4 days later:

" She's hasn't moved, but to go to the bathroom and eat my ice cream." Taylor growled.

" It was just ice cream." Matt stated confused by Taylor's fit.

" A woman's ice cream is sacred therapy."

" Whatever. Why am I leaving this early?" Matt questioned as he stood at the door, getting ready to leave.

" Because I'm going to help her." Taylor smiled. " I sympathize that after dating her, her live-in went gay, but I can only take so much of this pathetic-poor- me crap."

" Don't hit her she'll press charges." Matt warned.

" I won't, don't worry." She pushed Matt out the door.

Matt listened to the scuffle through the closed door.

" Let me go!" Came Mimi's shrill voice.

" You smell like rotten milk, you are taking a shower. One way or the other!" Taylor shouted back.

" You couldn't make me!"

Matt shook his head. " Bad word choice Mims."

" AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! Put me down you bitch! I'll kill you! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!! THAT'S COLD!!!!!!"

The door opened and Taylor was standing on the other side grinning although she was wet.

" She see things your way?" Matt questioned.

" Of course. I'm very persuasive."