The talk with her grandmother was a taste of something different than the last two years of the madness called her life. She was an artist. She went to college but didn't finish. Something become very clear... no matter how hard she tired, she'd never be that Elizabeth. Only Audrey got to know this, she did draw a little. She didn't like it much. Like it wasn't her talent but someone else's and it didn't repair her bike, feed her or clothe her. Audrey understood. She did tell Audrey that she played a mean guitar, even played in a few seedy clubs with house bands.

Audrey just smiled, saying Elizabeth had enough talent for twenty different personalities. Billy left liking the old broad. She asked Billy to stay in Port Charles a while longer. This took some consideration, but Billy promised if she stopped before New York that was it, she'd settle. What to do, dance? She walked around the town getting to know it pretty well. She could start her own bike shop or she could open a seedy club of her own. Nothing too big just a nice Joe schmo place with good food and great music.

Of course that would take capital. Looks like there were more bike races in the next couple of days.

-Hey Court how's the wedding planning?-

-Not the planning type. What happened to your arm?-

-Hit a tree.-

-How Billy?-

-Going by it at 90 or 95 miles an hour. It's not broken, just scraped.-

-You've been at it for the last two weeks. Disappeared for three days even. What are you up to?-

-Nothing, just collecting some cash.-

-How much?-

-So far about 650K.-

-God all that from racing?-

-Yeah.-

-What's it for?-

-My own business. Don't know what yet but I need start up cash.-

-You're staying?-

-Audrey asked me to and I promised myself that if I didn't make it to New York home was where I landed.-

Courtney took it all in. Was she honestly worried about Billy and how Jason would take her news? Here she was someone just like him, how would he take that? Billy picked up the paper and began to read it.

-What's the 101?-

-Carly's old club.-

-Old?-

-She started it to get away from Sonny they got back together and she sold it to her partner.-

-Who?-

-Jax.-

-Who?-

-Tall, blonde, good looking.-

-That could be two or three guys in this town.-

-Minus Jason and Lucky that would be him.-

-Smart-ass. Oh I know, the suit with the Aussie accent.-

-That's him.-

-Hmm thanks Court. See ya later huh?-

-Yeah ah Billy you're not going to another race are you?-

-No.-

-Okay bye.-

The place was closed. The ex-wife, according to an old employee, didn't take to it very well and Jax just shut it down. Billy slipped into the place and took a look around. The wife had taste. A little too ritzy but she could fix that. She headed to the PC Grand Hotel.

-Hi, I'm looking for Jasper Jacks.-

-You are?-

-Billy Weber or Elizabeth Weber.-

-One moment.-

The receptionist called up and smiled.

-Penthouse.-

-Thanks.-

She got off the elevator and he opened the door. Billy wasn't hung up on blonds. Dark and delicious was her type, but he had the cartoon teeth spark that got her. She walked in, dropped her bag and sat down.

-Nice digs.-

-Thanks. How may I help you Ms. Weber?-

-Billy.-

-Billy.-

-I'm here to make a purchase.-

-Oh? I doubt that I have anything you can afford.-

-Asshole, I'll let that slide.-

-Excuse me? Let it slide? You just called me an asshole. Oh yes and a pretty face with a syrupy voice that you don't trust.-

-When was I wrong?-

Jax's jaw clinched.

-What do you want?-

-Oh hit a nerve. Good. I maybe dirt someday Jax but I don't appreciate being called it behind my back.-

-Behind your back? When? I was being polite.-

-Right, doubt you've got anything I can afford.-

-I didn't mean it that way and I don't think you're dirt.-

-Then what do you think of me? I mean, I strip, I drink, I curse, I sleep on the streets and I use my pocket change for a meal and I live outta this one little bag.-

-I think you're a survivor.-

Billy eyed him.

-I wasn't born with money. I worked for it and I apologize if I made you think otherwise or that you're beneath me. How can I help you.-

-Jax who where you yelling at? Oh hello.-

Billy eyed him again and the half naked blonde.

-Hi, Billy. Aren't you?-

-Emilla.-

-The model, nice to meet you.-

-Are you a model to?-

-No. Stripper, felon, I could never aspire to model.-

-Oh.-

-Mill could you excuse us we have business.-

-Oh really? What could you possibly talk to her about?-

Jax looked at Billy. She shrugged.

-Mill get dressed and get out.-

-Jax?-

-Now.-

The model stomped off.

-You cut my head off and I was being polite. You didn't say anything to her.-

-She's an airhead and you know better.-

-Oh, what is it that you want?-

-101.-

-What?-

-You're not doing anything with it and I need something constructive to do other then strip and race.-

-Race.-

-That where the felon part comes in.-

-Oh. So you want to what change it into something?-

-No I'm gonna keep it a club. Few cosmetic changes and some style changes. The Joe schmo place.-

-Joe Schmo?-

-You know that place where those who aren't you or your friends go but people who work for you go.-

-Oh. It's interesting. I would like to open it again and you managing it would be best.-

-No, not bring it back for you. BUY IT.-

-From me?-

-Yeah, I know what its really worth, Carly did her research it's a good spot.-

-You don't have the money to keep that place going. You need capital.-

-How much?-

-To start 50 grand. Getting the word out, licenses that have expired, tax persons alone it would cost you 100 grand.-

-Not a problem.-

-I won't sell it for less 200.-

-Cash good?-

Billy pulled out and envelope and pulled out a contract and the cash.

-This signs all rights and liabilities over to me.-

-Are you crazy?-

-No I'm a club owner as soon as you sign the papers.-

-I'll have my lawyers look this over.-

-Don't jerk me around Jax. You don't want or need it, you're trying to figure out the best way to use it against Sonny. I don't want in the middle of your war. I don't want to have to strip or race to make cash anymore. I don't want goons like Morgan up my ass anymore. All I want is my place, mine nobody else. I don't need partner who sees me as a pawn.-

-I don't-

He stopped short at the look on her face. He sighed sat down and signed. She slid the envelope in front of him.

-Receipt please.-

[end]

AN: Billy's an ambitious girl. But I doubt Carly's going to be as nice as Courtney when she finds out about this. The Author