Authors Note: I know, I know. Why am I starting another story when I haven't updated
"One Last Breath" in a while? Because this one is all I can concentrate on right now :)
Now... I need your help. I can't for the life of me think of a title for this story, HELP!!!!!
Please send me suggestions, either in the form or a review or message. I will be soooooo
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Disclaimer: I don't any rights to the names or likenesses of any wrestler in this
story. I also don't claim any rights to the songs or lyrics in this story. Also any
I do not own any rights to any actual St Augustine businesses names used in this
story. Basically, if you've heard of it or it actually exists - it ain't mine.
"Ugh" J.J. groaned, as she rolled over and hit the button on her alarm clock.
She slid out of bed and wandered still half asleep, over to her dresser.
"Damn it!" she yelped as she stubbed her toe on the corner. Reaching over she
flipped on the light. It was only 5am, and was still very dark in her small house.
Hobbling a little to favor her sore toe she put on a blue bikini and some jean shorts
with a white tank top. Pulling her long dark hair into a ponytail.
She looked herself over in the mirror, before she shrugged her shoulders.
J.J. was a short and curvy 24 year old. Standing at only 5'2", her stomach, arms, and most of her body was toned from the work she did everyday, but she had inherited the same trait as all the women in her family, large boobs and a curvy butt. Due to her height and curves, she would never be a supermodel, but she was happy with the way she looked. Her thoughts were, who wants to be a stick figure anyway?
She grabbed her chapstick, sunglasses, car keys and slipped on a pair of flip flops
and headed out the door.
"Another day, another dollar." She said as she headed out into the dark, she jumped into her old black Jeep Wrangler, and sped away.
She stopped and grabbed a cup of coffee before she pulled up to Jayke's Marina.
She hopped down from her Jeep acknowledging the tall man with sandy blonde hair standing by the office door. "This has to be a first, Josh." She said as she flipped through her keys searching for the right one.
"Which part? Me being on time or you being late.?"
"Both" J.J. said as she unlocked the door to the office and flipped on the lights on her way in, followed by a yawning Josh.
"Ya know Josh, you should try sleeping at night." J.J. joked.
"And you should try having a life." He retorted.
Stifling another yawn Josh grinned. "Besides, the women in this town would never forgive me."
J.J. rolled her eyes. "Man-whore."
"At least one of us is getting some." Josh shrugged back.
"Yeah, and who knows what else your getting."
"Yeah-yeah. You know, it wouldn't kill you to whore it up, just a little, every once in a while."
Josh said as he leaned back against a filing cabinet, arms crossed in front of him."There are
plenty of men out there who would love a slice of that, if you would just give them a chance." Josh continued grinning, as this was just the way they had always bantered.
J.J. looked up at him and rolled her eyes. "First off, why the interest in my love life?
Second, I am not as pathetic as you obviously think I am. I get mine, I just don't run around telling the world. And I grew up here. I've seen what and who this town has to offer. Not interested." J.J. said then continued shuffling the papers that she was organizing for the day ahead. Then grabbing more keys she walked past Josh and out the office door, and headed in
the direction of the dock.
Not to be deterred Josh was hot on her heels. "Don't get all pissy, you started it. And I just want to remind you that St Augustine is a tourist town. So your options are pretty much unlimited."
Still heading down the dock at full speed, J.J. replied. "Been there done that, remember? I'm not interested in being some guys 'thing that he did' while on vacation. Or a great story once he gets back to the office. Although you seem to not mind giving the ladies a great story, I do mind.
Let's just drop it Josh, Ok."
"Ok, Ok, boss lady." He said holding his hands up, and chuckling. He knew she hated
when he called her that. Then he turned to her. "But seriously what's it been a year
and a half?"
"Let's not bring that up, ok?" She said seriously. Then smiling at him. "You are gonna be so much fun today, I can see it already." She said. "Can you please go check the gas pumps,
we are already running late. And it'll be busy today."
"Yeah." He drawled out, jogging off to get to work.
J.J. rolled her eyes, and continued to the end of the long main dock, to stash some things for the day in the locked cubby. Then she proceeded to check the boats, that were docked there overnight. Jayke's rented slips by the hour, the day, the week and the month. It was a fifty five slip marina, which was pretty big considering it was family owned. By the time the sun came up
J.J. and Josh had pretty much everything under control, the other two part-time employee's had arrived. A few patron's had already taken their boats out for the day, and they had a few calls from people inquiring on renting slips for the weekend. By noon the place was bustling, with boats coming and going. J.J. was working fast to tie up the incoming boats, and get their info
so the owners could be on their way to have lunch in town or whatever they had planned.
She had already headed off what had almost been a head on collision by two inexperienced
drivers, and was keeping her eye on two teens that were goofing around. Hoping that they wouldn't try to push one another into the busy dangerous water , where the piling and docks
were covered in sharp barnacles and oyster outcroppings that couldn't be seen out of the
water.
By the end of the day J.J.'s hands were dirty, she smelled of a mixture of motor oil and
salt water. And was ready to kill the next yuppie that called her 'babe'.
As she headed into the office to give her keys over to Doug, the guy that would be closing up,
she checked her messages. She smiled when she saw that her cousin Jenea had called.
J.J. quickly dialed her back as she started up her Jeep to head home. "Hey girl, what's up."
"I'm just getting ready to get off work, I did the lunch shift today and then some. But I called ya because I wanted to see if you were up for going out tonight. I could really use it, and I know you could too. I'm so out of it I don't even know what time it is." Jenea was a waitress at the Tavern On The Bay a popular place for tourists.
J.J. laughed "It's just after 5:00, but yeah lets go out. It'll at least get Josh off my back for a while. What time were you thinkin'?"
"Like 8 ish, we can start out a Scarlett O'Hara's. I'll meet you there." Jenea said.
"Sounds good. See ya later." J.J. replied.
J.J. got home and took a long hot shower to relax her muscles, and wash away the stress and dirt of the day. She dried her hair, and then stood back looking into her closet. Josh was right, she did
need to let loose a little, like she used to. And she was gonna do just that, she decided as she grabbed a pair of jeans and a black shirt out of her closet. As J.J. finished getting ready she stood back and looked at herself in the mirror, she was wearing a pair of tight low rise jeans with a black belt with a nautical star for a buckle a black shirt that was essentially backless, it only had two thin criss crossing straps in the back, the folds of material slouched low in the front flattering her already ample chest, the bottom of the shirt stopped at her belly button. She donned a pair of black boots that she pulled her jeans down over. She wore silver jewelry and left her long dark hair loose, she finished her look with black eye makeup and some clear gloss.
Promptly at 8:00 J.J.'s cellphone rang, it was Jenea. "Hey where are you." Jenea asked.
"I'm parkin', I'll be over there in a few minutes." J.J. could here the music in the background coming through Jenea's cellphone.
Jenea met her outside. She was built much the same as J.J. but with medium blonde hair, standing only 5'1" with lots of curves, she wasn't as toned as J.J. since she didn't do the kind of work J.J. did, but she was by no means chubby, and she had never had any complaints. But what made Jenea herself was her personality, she was always quirky and fun loving, and when she was in the mood she could be the life of the party.
The two girls hugged. "Girl we need to do this more often." Jenea
said as hugged her cousin.
"Hey you're the one gettin' married." J.J. replied. "Where is the little wife anyway?"
"He went out with the boys, demolition derby or some stupid shit down in New Smyrna." Jenea replied rolling her eyes.
"Oh, you'd be right there with him, if it weren't boys night out." J.J. laughed.
"Nah, I needed a girls night out, and so did you. It's about time you came out of hidin'. So what
do ya say 'Here comes trouble'"? Jenea laughed using the line their grandaddy used
whenever Jenea and J.J. get together.
"Hell yeah!" J.J. replied.
Jenea and J.J. started out the night at Scarlett O'Hara's, but it was more of a sports bar.
After a while they decided to walk down to their old stomping ground, The Mill Top Tavern.
It was an old bar right off of famous St George Street, built on the second floor of an old grist mill. At night there was always live music and a good time. They walked in and nodded to the
bartender Grant, who was an old friend of theirs. St Augustine really was a small town if you were a local, especially if you hung out in historic downtown. The girls found a high top near
the slightly small space that had been cleared to use as a dance floor. The girls ordered a couple
of beers, and got up to dance as soon as the band started playing Sweet Home Alabama.
"Come on man, we'll just have a few beers. Listen they're even playin' Skynryd." James said
from under his cowboy hat, looking up towards the top of the building where the old water
wheel was churning.
"Alright, but not too many. We gotta get up early. We're here to fish." Chris replied.
"It's a vacation, lighten up."
"You're right James, I could use a beer."
The two large men made their way up the very narrow staircase.
"Damn, could that have been any smaller." James grumbed as they made there way into the bar.
"Hey, this was your idea." Chris replied with a smirk.
"Let's get a beer."
They made their way over and sat at the bar ordering two beers, and turned to face the band and the dance floor.
Within minutes James was scoping out a tall leggy red head, dressed in a too tight and too short mini skirt.
After a few beers James smacked Chris's arm to get his attention.
"That red head has been makin' eyes at me ever since we walked in, and her tall blonde model lookin' friend's been tryin' to get your attention."
"No thanks, I got my eye on somethin' else." Chris replied still focused on the dance floor.
James looked to see who Chris was checking out, and shook his head.
"Ok yeah, she's attractive, short, brunette, nice rack. But come on, tall, blonde, looks like a
super model, probably bends like a pretzel. No comparison man." James said still shaking his head.
"Guess that leaves more for you." Chris replied standing up, and walking towards the dance
floor for a closer look. As the brunette pulled a blonde out onto the dance floor, the two
started to move like they'd done this before, many times.
J.J. was starting to feel the 5 or so beers she'd drank, but was having so much fun.
It was like old times. She had requested the band to play Trouble by Travis Tritt.
It had always been she and Jenea's theme song.
When the first few cords started, she grabbed Jenea and headed back out onto the floor.
The two sang along as they danced.
You're a sweet talkin' sexy walkin'
honky tonkin' baby
the men are gonna love ya
and the women gonna hate ya
reminding them of everything
they're never gonna be
maybe the beginning
of world war three
Cause the world ain't ready
for nothing like Y-O-U
I bet your mama musta been
another good lookin' mama too
Hey say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
As they were dancing J.J. didn't notice the tall muscular guy standing at the edge of the
dance floor, watching them, but Jenea did.
As the song ended, and another fast one started.
Jenea yelled to J.J. who was still dancing. "I gotta go to the bathroom, I'll be right back."
J.J. nodded her head and kept dancing, having so much fun she didn't want to stop.
Jenea made her way over to where Chris was standing, with a grin on her face, stopping
in front of him she nodded back toward the dance floor. "That's my cousin J.J., and yes,
she's single." Before heading off in the direction of the bathroom.
Chris just kinda stood there for a second, before a slight smirk came across his face.
"Well I guess I've got her blessing."
Taking another swig of his beer before sitting it down he headed over to where J.J.
was dancing to Whiskey Girl.
Coming up to her he asked. "Can I join ya?"
Normally J.J. would have just blown him off. But, thanks to the really decent buzz she had going,
she gave him her most flirtatious grin and said "Sure".
'What the hell' she thought 'This guy is hot with a capital H.'
Chris settled his hands on her hips as they started to dance.
He stood about a foot taller than her, he looked down at her, with the way her dark hair
flowed down to her tan waist, and the way she moved her hips. As she looked up at him there was a sparkle in her blue eyes. There was definitely something he liked about this girl.
They danced a few songs, then Chris followed J.J. back over to her table.
Jenea was there sipping on an amaretto sour.
Looking at Jenea "I guess you decided to change it up a bit." J.J. said motioning to her drink.
"Beer got boring." Jenea replied, slowly sipping her drink. J.J. could tell Jenea was pretty far gone.
"Oh Jenea this is... wait I never got your name." J.J. said looking at Chris.
"It's Chris."
"Oh, I'm J.J. and this is my cousin Jenea."
"Nice to meet you both." Chris said giving J.J. a grin.
"I called Marc." Jenea said, then giggled "Asshole's gonna pick me up. He said I sounded drunk." She said as she looked up towards the door. "Baby!" She yelled as she saw Marc at the entrance looking for her. She jumped up and ran over to him, throwing her arms around his neck. "Let's go home!"
Marc looked over toward J.J. "Is she ok to get home?" He asked Jenea.
"She's fine! Let's go." Jenea said practically pulling Marc down the stairs.
J.J. and Chris watched the scene with amusement, before Chris turned and asked. "So what are ya
drinkin'?"
"Michelob Light."
Chris ordered them both a couple of drinks.
"So you're a local?" Chris asked.
"Yep, born and raised."
"So what do you do?"
"A little of this and that. I work with boats, and a couple of nights a week I do ghost walks."
"Ghost walks?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, take tourists and maybe a few locals who are looking for a thrill, around grand old
St Augustine at night." Then she brought her voice down to almost a whisper. " I tell
them some of the tales of the darker side of St Augie. Take 'em to the cemeteries, tell
'em about all the ghouls." She said with a mischievous grin. "I only do it maybe once or twice a week, as a favor to a friend. It's a little extra money, and it can be a lot of fun." She said while
signaling for another beer. "So what do you do?"
"Well actually I'm a professional wrestler."
J.J. looked at him for a second skeptically. "You're shittin' me. Seriously, a wrestler?"
Even in her slightly intoxicated state, looking at him she could tell he was serious.
"Like Hulk Hogan, kinda stuff?" She asked.
"Well he's retired, but yeah." Chris said
"Like that big guy who just did that movie? Oh what was it? The Marine!"
"John Cena." Chris said soberly. "Yeah, but different company. I take it you don't watch wrestling?" Chris said with a slight chuckle.
"No, I mean I did some when I was little. When it was on Saturday mornings. But not
since then. Are you on TV?"
"Yeah, I wrestle for a company called TNA."
"Wow, impressive. So you wanna dance?" She asked finishing off her beer again.
"Sure"
J.J. slid off her stool and stubbled a little when her feet hit the floor.
"Whoa" Chris said grabbing J.J.'s waist to steady her.
J.J. and Chris danced a couple more songs, and J.J. downed a couple more beers.
Before they knew it, it was 2am and the bar was closing down.
Chris had stopped drinking hours ago, but J.J. was wasted.
Chris helped her down the stairs, only to find James waiting down there not looking too happy.
Chris arched an eyebrow when he saw the look on James face.
"What happened to your redhead?" He said quietly.
"Married, she was just looking for someone to pay for her drinks all night." James said grumpily.
Chris shook his head, then looked over to where J.J. was fumbling through her purse looking for her keys.
"J.J. how about we give you a ride home." Chris said.
"Nope, I need my car." she said with a slight slur, and started heading off in the direction she
had left her car. Stopping after a few feet to steady herself on a lightpost, then continuing on slowly.
Chris looked back at James motioning for him to come with him. James just rolled his eyes as
the two men jogged to catch up to J.J.
"Then how about you let me drive you home?" Chris asked.
"I don't bring home strange men, sorry Romeo." She said still walking although unsteadily.
"And I don't take advantage of drunk women, but I'm not lettin' you drive." He said snatching the keys from her hand.
"Hey give those back! You're cute and all but don't push it, give me my damn keys!" J.J. said
trying to grab the keys back from him, but stumbling into him on unsteady legs.
Chris steadied her, while James looked on with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
Still holding onto her he looked down at her. "Thanks for the flattery, but I'm not letting
you get yourself killed. Looks like we're parked in the same general area as you, so I'm gonna drive you car to your house. James is gonna follow us, so he can drive me back. Alright?"
"Fine." She huffed, stomping off in the direction of her car.
"She was a lot more fun when she was sober." Chris said under his breath.
"You know we aren't parked anywhere near her, right?" James asked.
"Yeah well, a little white lie never killed anybody." Chris responded.
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Chris caught up to J.J. as she was climbing into her jeep.
He climbed into the drivers seat and put the key in the ignition causing the jeep to roar to life.
J.J. managed to give Chris directions to her house, with James pulling in right behind them.
She almost fell as she tried to climb down from the jeep. James happened to be the one to catch her this time. "Damn girl, you are drunk as hell." he muttered.
They walked into her small house, she flipped on a light and walked straight down the hall way.
Both men looked at each other and just shrugged.
When she didn't come back Chris called for her. "J.J."
When she didn't respond, he headed in the direction that she had gone.
He reached a door and pushed it open, laughing at the sight. She had obviously just walked straight into her bedroom and passed out on the bed. She was laying on her stomach with her feet slightly hanging off, still fully clothed boots and all.
James walked up behind him and snorted. "This is not how I pictured this night goin', taking care of some drunk chick."
Chris turned and gave him a quick glare, then proceeded to take off her boots.
Then seeing her belt buckle decided that maybe, it would be safer to take that off her too.
He then pulled her up on the bed and pulled her blankets up.
Then they left, Chris remembering to lock the door behind him.