--I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to update. I have a horrible case of writer's block so it took me awhile to write this. Let me know what you guys think.

Part VI

"What up Dawg?"

"Umm, may I please speak to John Cena?" A soft voice said on the other line.

John looked down on his phone and realized he didn't recognize the number. He hit his head feeling foolish. "Umm.... sorry about that. Yeah, this is he."

"Oh, I'm Jill Dawson, a friend of Stacy's. She told me to call you about the manager job?" The girl said hesitantly.

"Oh yeah, Jill. It's nice to talk to you. Yeah, Stacy told me you were interested and that you have a lot of experience. Tell you what, why don't we meet tomorrow at the bar and we can talk about it in person."

"That'd be great. What's the address?"

"300 Summer Street. Do you know where that is?"

"Yeah I do, I'm actually working part time right now at a store that just opened down the street. What time should I meet you there?"

"I'll be there with some friends from like 9 to 3 tomorrow, so anytime between then would be fine. We'll be doing some construction and stuff, so if you knock and no one answers, just come on in and go upstairs."

"All right. And Mr. Cena..."

John chuckled before she could finish. "Call me John, Mr. Cena's my father."

Jill laughed, "I'm sorry. Thanks a lot John for agreeing to meet with me."

"No problem. Stacy was nothing but complimentary when it came to you. See you tomorrow."

"Bye."

--The Next Day—

"Cena you're late!" Randy called out as he watched John pull up on the side of the road in an old pick up truck he had borrowed from a friend.

"This coming from the guy who JUST rolled up about two seconds ago." Charlie muttered.

"Ha! Caught out Orton! Now get your ass over here and pick up your goddamned "perfect blue" cans of paint." Randy grunted but pushed off from the wall he had been leaning on and followed John to the truck.

"When did you get in Charlie?" John asked as he unlocked the door to the building.

"Last night round 11:00. I just called a cab to take me to the hotel."

"Dude, you didn't have to do that, you could have just called me up at home and I could have picked you up."

"Nah, don't worry about it. Besides I wanted to hang out in Boston for the night."

"Well you could have called me!" Randy grumbled, "I was in Boston."

"Hang out with you? And the army of girls I'm sure you were with last night....no thanks."

John laughed at the shocked expression on Randy's face.

"How did you....I wasn't with girls last night!" Randy said defensively.

"Oh please! I know we both know how you roll Randy! And a Saturday night free in a city gives you the license to be the dog that you are and pick up as many girls as you can!" John said laughingly.

"Shut up! So I was with a few girls," Randy shrugged, "You could have helped out. Besides it wouldn't kill you to be with some women considering you haven't had much luck with..."

John, seeing the angry glint that had just come into Charlie's eyes interjected before Randy could bring up the sore topic of Sophie.

"Hey Randy, get over here and start painting, we have to get something done today. Charlie, let's go upstairs and you can choose whether or not you want walls in your apartment." John quickly said and led Charlie upstairs, leaving Randy alone with the blue paint and the bar area.

"So..." John cleared his throat as he watched Charlie draw on the blueprints to the apartment area. They had all decided to work on Charlie's apartment first since had been the most eager to move away from home and up to Massachusetts.

"Yeah?" Charlie said rather distractedly, looking up at his friend's concerned gaze.

"Anything new with Sophie?" John finally said hesitantly.

Charlie sighed. "How could there be anything new? I tried to go down to her store to see her last week, but she hasn't opened up yet and she wasn't there all damn day."

"Oh man...that sucks."

"I bet she has a boyfriend or something. Something that would keep her away all damn day on a Saturday." He mumbled darkly.

"Oh come on Charlie. Don't be so goddamned pessimistic. You don't know for sure. Besides, I bet she'll be around today if anything. I mean she said she would open last week but maybe she just didn't get the stuff ready in time." John suggested.

"Yeah I guess." Charlie said quietly.

"Don't worry about it man. You'll get the girl...eventually."

Meanwhile downstairs:

Randy opened up the paint and started painting the walls. The task was relaxing and he rather liked being alone than with the other guys. He felt guilty about bringing up Sophie to Charlie, but he had been in a defensive mode. It irritated him that even his best friends were quick to dispose of him as a player and nothing more...even though he did seem to live up to their expectations. He didn't mean to be.... but girls had always come easy to him...well except for one...Stacy. Randy sighed. There was the one girl he wanted and couldn't seem to get.

Several hours later, Randy had finished painting about half of the walls downstairs and John and Charlie were hard at work erecting wooden boards upstairs as a basis for the walls that Charlie wanted to put in his apartment.

"Damn, is it just me or is it getting hot in here?" Charlie asked, taking off his shirt and wiping the sweat from his face with it.

"It's definitely NOT YOU, but yes...it is damn hot in here man... and we already opened all the windows." John said wiping the sweat on his brow with his arm.

"We have central air right?"

"Oh yeah! Hey Randy! Turn on the A/C would you!" John called out from upstairs.

"Where is it?"

"It's in the corner by the bar!"

Randy turned the knob to turn on the central air and nothing came out. It was a hot summer day in July and the humidity was high that day, the sweltering heat was making the building intolerable.

"Did you turn it on yet?" John yelled.

"Dude! Nothing's fucking happening. Come down here!" Randy called out in response.

"Are you shitting me?" John said as he ran down the stairs. He turned the knob as well as flicked on a couple of switches and no soothing motor noises turned on.

"No way....we're going to die in here today." Randy mumbled.

"We shouldn't paint in here without circulation." Charlie said surprising both Randy and John when he spoke up behind them.

"Good John...that should help a lot." Randy snickered as he watched John hit the machine in frustration.

"Shut up!"

"Well, what are we going to do?" Randy asked.

"I'll go to the store and pick up a couple of fans. John call up an air conditioning place and get an appointment." Charlie said calmly.

"Damn it! I didn't check this stupid thing! I could have taken it off of the damn price of the building." John grumbled darkly.

"Don't worry about it man. I'll be right back." Charlie said running upstairs to get his shirt.

John and Randy watched Charlie disappear up the stairs, and suddenly John smacked Randy on the back of the head.

"What the fuck?" Randy yelped incredulously grabbing the back of his head in surprise.

"That's for the almost Sophie comments earlier. You are such a little bitch sometimes Randy." John said seriously.

Randy looked down guiltily. "You think he's mad at me?"

"Nah, he's just annoyed I think."

"I didn't mean to man...it's just...this whole.... look, I just get pissed off when people rag on me about how many girls I see. It's not my fucking fault that...well...I just..." Randy stumbled over his words. He knew that John was the only person who knew about his feelings for Stacy, but the words just wouldn't come out of his mouth.

John stared at Randy expectantly, then shook his head when Randy didn't continue. "Dude don't take your frustrations with Stacy out on Charlie. He deserves better than that." John looked up when he heard Charlie's footsteps descending from upstairs.

"So I'll be back..." Charlie started then paused when a knock came on the door. He looked over towards the door and saw a tall, slim girl with blonde hair standing outside the bar.

"Oh that must be Stacy's friend." John mumbled standing up and going over to the door. He looked back at Randy, who was looking out the window with a look of intrigue on his face and immediately pasted on his signature smirk.

"Haas get down here, you've gotta meet this girl!" John called out as he reached for the door, but before he could open it, Randy pushed his way in front of him and smirked back at John, who rolled his eyes at his friend.

"Hi there, can I help you." Randy said flirtatiously.

The woman looked up in surprise. "Hello...I'm Jill Dawson, I'm looking for John Cena." She tried to peer around Randy when she saw John try to push past his friend only for his face to once again disappear when Randy stuck his hand in his face and pushed him back. A muffled "Ummph" was all she heard.

"John's busy right now." Randy cleared his throat and looked down at Jill appreciatively. "But I'm certainly available...and easy...during interviews."

Jill frowned at the suggestive comment and looked down at her watch, "Look, I really need to get back to my other job. If I can't see John Cena now, I'll just come back later."

She turned around to walk away but before she took a step, John was able to push past Randy.

"Goddamn it Randy! Grow up!", John yelled angrily as he walked past him, "I'm John Cena. Pardon my jackass of a friend over here. He's just being an asshole. Jill right?"

Jill stopped and shook his hand. "Yeah, Jill Dawson. Pleasure to finally meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. Why don't you come on in so we can talk...and Randy, get some chairs to keep the door open so we get some more air in there." John said as he led Jill inside. As she was walking in Randy checked her out blatantly warranting a slap on the head from John.

"Damn it John!" Randy yelped, Jill turned around confusedly but didn't see anything wrong.

John quickly walked over towards her and introduced Charlie as well.

"Nice to meet you Jill."

"Is something wrong with your air conditioner?" Jill asked curiously as she watched Randy carry the chairs over to the door. She noticed a fuse box on the wall behind John.

"It's broken I think, nothing's happening when we fiddle around with it." Charlie responded, "I should probably head out for those fans right now."

"Wait...before you do that..." She reached over and flipped open the fuse box and switched it on. Almost immediately the sounds of the air conditioner filled the room and air began pumping out.

John, Charlie and Randy looked at each other in surprise.

"How did you know to do that?" John asked incredulously walking over to the fuse box where he saw that it was actually labeled to turn on the a/c.

"Usually in bars and big buildings like this, they use the fuse box instead of the actual controls because it's cheaper and easier to leave the thermostat on the same temperature, basically...you don't change it as much if you just have one switch. The bar that I used to work at did that."

"Well then...guess I don't have to go get those fans after all." Charlie mumbled.

"So what else do you know about bars?" John asked.

Jill straightened up. "I know basically everything I need to know to run a bar by myself. I worked for 4 years and worked my way up so I know every aspect there is to know from waitressing to bartending and I was a manager for 3 years. I can do the bookwork if you need me to and I also know a lot of the tax aspects of running it. If you need my resume and references, I have them with me right now." She looked at the three of them confidently as she finished.

"That's impressive." John admitted as he accepted the papers she handed to him. "But honestly, my only point of concern right now is security...the three of us will only really be here about 3 days out of the week and I don't mean to be sexist but..."

"My being a woman is a problem? Look, I ran a bar in the middle of Baltimore, which sure as hell is a tougher city that this place is. I had two bouncers there, but it was also about twice as big as this bar is."

Randy stared at her in awe. She sure as hell wasn't at all fearful of John. And she just seemed...tough...but not in a freaky-Jazz sort of way...just strong but still...feminine.

"I think you're hired." Randy blurted out surprising John, Jill and Charlie. They all turned simultaneously and stared at him.

"I mean...I think we should definitely give you a try out when the bar's finished." He added awkwardly. He smiled apologetically at John and Charlie then looked at Jill. "Would you be willing to do a try out position at least for the first month? Then we'll tell you our decision."

John, who had a similar idea to Randy shrugged and said, "And I would love to hire you officially as a....consultant...for the bar for the next few months when we're getting started."

Jill sighed. "Well...I was hoping that I could get a guaranteed position....but I'm confident enough in my ability to take your offer. I do have one request though."

"Shoot."

"I have a part-time job right now at a store down the street and the woman I'm working with is real nice and I just wouldn't feel right leaving her on a bind right now that she's just starting. But she only needs me until 3 everyday, so I could get here and work from 3 to whenever."

"That's fine." John immediately said.

"What store are you working for?" Charlie asked curiously.

Jill looked at him curiously before answering, "Pink Moon. Oh you guys might know her, my boss's name is..."

"Sophie Browning." Charlie finished for her, a mysterious smile spreading over his face. Jill noted that John and Randy both looked at each other knowingly when Charlie said her name.

"Yeah...Sophie." She finally said.

"Is...Sophie at her store right now?" Charlie asked.

"Yes, she went out to lunch but she should be back by now." Jill said slowly not understanding Charlie's sudden rush of questions.

"I'll be right back!" Charlie said before running out of the store.

They all watched him run out of the store and then Randy started laughing. "Well John it worked...he's definitely a lot more assertive now."

"Damn the dude's eager. I sure as hell wasn't expecting this." John said shaking his head.

Jill looked at the two of them finally realizing that Charlie had some kind of crush on Sophie. She made a mental note to ask Stacy everything she knew about these guys...especially Randy...well...not just Randy, but damn he was hot...wait a minute....Randy....Stacy....holy shit! This was Randy? Randy as a horny goat Orton...as Stacy called him. Her mouth dropped open as the realization came over her.

"Oh my god! You're the Goat!" She said loudly her mouth dropping when she realized she had said it out loud.

Randy and John looked at each other. "I'm sorry?"

"Oh nothing...nothing...I just umm...I have to go. Thanks for the interview and I'll talk to you guys later." She rushed out.

"Wait!" Randy called out. Jill stopped and turned around.

"What?" She asked fearfully thinking that maybe he had realized she had been talking about him.

"Do you mind just waiting a bit, cause we'd like Charlie to have some time alone with Sophie...." He pulled up two chairs and motioned for her to take a seat.

"Oh...right." She said, and took a seat and tried to avoid Randy's piercing gaze.

John looked at the two of them and shrugged. "I'm going to go head upstairs for a bit." He mumbled as he ran up.

"So..." Randy began.

"Yeah?"

"Tell me about Stacy in college." He smiled and leaned forward interestedly.

Jill couldn't avoid the sinking feeling in her stomach when she heard him say Stacy's name. She sighed; it was just like college all over again. "Stacy was...is a sweetheart. She's one of my best friends..."