A/N As I hope Chapter 2 made clear, this story is set about 30 years after the events of the TV show. Miley does seem to be having a few problems, in spite of a highly successful and lengthy singing career. Robbie Ray Stewart has retired as her manager but is still around and will show up later. The Rams are back in LA (don't know if they moved from St. Louis or if this is a new team).

"Hey Miles, Larry here. Can we get together again? Call me when you can." She looked blearily at the machine and decided to get a little more awake before calling him back.

She wondered when he had called. Probably earlier in the morning. Well, probably in the morning, she amended, looking at the clock. How late had they stayed out? She didn't remember.

She pressed the button for the next message. Lilly's voice said "Miles, tell me everything! What's he like? Call me when you get a chance."

She went through her wake up routine, which included more vodka than she knew was good for her. Actually, she knew that no amount of vodka was a good idea this early in the day, but she was mostly beyond caring.

Later, "Lilly, he was great! He's, well, GREAT!"

"Umm, well, ok," Lilly said.

"You sound like you don't agree."

"Miley, I'm not sure what is going on here, but you do realize that he is 22, right?"

"Oh, don't be such a spoilsport. Are you jealous?"

"No, I may be a lot of things, but jealous is not one of them. Good luck, I guess."

Later, she said "Hey Larry, sorry I missed you earlier."

"That's ok," he replied. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Why, nothing at all. What did you have in mind?"

"How about if I surprise you?" he answered. "Pick you up at 8, maybe?"

"That'll be fine," she said, looking at the clock. That would leave plenty of time to watch the Rams game. Before settling in to watch, she looked over the medicine cabinet selection, chose a bottle that would make her feel good, and mixed a vodka martini. Then she tuned in to hear "This is LA Rams football on the air, with Smokin' Oken bringing you the live play-by-play." He had told her that they had a good team this year, with good playoff chances.

At 8, she stumbled a little getting into his car, but managed it without falling down. "Whoa there, you ok?" Larry asked.

"Oh, don't worry about it, just lost my balance there a little. I'm ok!" she answered.