A/N: Thank you for the reviews. I have no outline for this story at all, but I started it because it was taking over my brain when I came home from New Hampshire. I've been working on this chapter since I posted the story, but it's taken a while to get as close to what I want. It's not perfect, it's not my best, but I'll survive. I just couldn't stop writing lol. Photos of JJ's tattoos are on my myspace. Enjoy.

A Chance to Love

With the party well under way, the 22 year old blonde was nursing her fifth Corona of the night, while dancing on one of the tables in the living room. Between drinking her beer, shaking her hips and singing along with the words of "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry, she loved being the center of attention at their parties.

Clad in a red keyhole dress with a bare back that hugged her curves perfectly and rested mid thigh, matched off with black three and a half inch stiletto cut off boots, she was ready to party. The girls got her the perfect outfit while out earlier today as Jocelyn chatted up the two cute guys in the liquor store. Making a mental note to check for the two guys, and one to have the girls shop for her more often, she continued to let loose.

Jocelyn heard someone whistle behind her, so she danced in a circle to see who or what it was. What she did see was the taller brunette from Kappy's. Randy offered the blonde a hand to help her down, which she took as she hopped off of the table to give him a hug. "I'm glad you could make it."

Noticing how tipsy she already was, Randy smirked. Holding up a case of Guinness in one hand he shrugged. "John and I stopped on the way up." Jocelyn took his free hand and danced her way through the crowd surrounding where she was just dancing to lead him into the kitchen. Pointing around the room, she let him pick where to put the case down, which he did but not before grabbing a beer for himself. "It's pretty packed in here."

"Well, we know how to throw the best parties around here." Jocelyn flashed Randy a smile as one of her best friends walked into the kitchen to grab a refill. "Casey!" The brunette in question turned towards her best friend and smiled at her. "Randy, this is Casey Turner, one of my best friends."

Casey stuck her hand out to shake Randy's, and then smirked in J.J's direction. "You're the guy she met at Kappy's earlier, yeah?" When Randy nodded, everything made sense to Casey. During the hour and a half that it took the two girls and their other best friend, Lindsay Coolidge, to get ready for tonight, all she could talk about was "It was nice to meet you. I have to head back out to Chace. He's waiting for me and a refill."

Jocelyn waved Casey off, to watch her best friend head back into the living room area. "Want to head in and dance for a bit, or somethin'?" When Randy nodded, she grabbed his hand and started in the direction Casey just went in. On the outside, J.J. tried to play it cool around Randy, but with what he was wearing tonight, it was a little difficult for her. The dark washed jeans he sported hinted at the bulging muscle hidden below and the black pinstripe button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows to show off his tattoos made Jocelyn wonder what was under the fabric.

Randy knew that Jocelyn knew she looked hot tonight, even though he would make it a point to tell her at one time or another. With the heels, she was just a few inches shorter than his 6'4" frame, leaving him to guess that she had to be around 5'8" barefoot. As he watched her hips sway when she walked, he noticed the ink on her lower back, a small bowtie. When she moved her hair to her left shoulder as if knowing he was checking out her tattoo collection, Randy spotted two small Chinese symbols together on her right shoulder. He had no idea what they meant, but on her sun kissed body, they looked perfect.

The twosome reached the center of the make shift dance floor, as a wash of security rinsed over J.J.'s body when Randy wrapped an arm around her waist. Though she had only known Randy for less than twelve hours, he seemed like someone she wanted to get to know. And get to know very, very well.

When Flo Rida's "Low" hit the speakers lining the house, Jocelyn placed Randy's hands on her hips, making sure to grind as close as she could get with him. During the chorus, she made it her mission to get as low as possible and succeed in sliding her backside up and down his legs.

After about a half hour or so of dancing, with minimal talking, Randy took Jocelyn's hand and led her back into the kitchen. Randy had wondered where John went off to, until he found him in the kitchen with a cute blonde in the midst of a hot and heavy make out session. "I see you met Lindsay."

The two pulled away, Lindsay sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and shrugged in her best friend's direction. "J, this is John, from West Newbury."

"We met earlier, Linds. I invited him and Randy." She pointed to Randy who was standing behind her, nodding in his best friend's direction, in some sort of secret guy's code, approving of the woman he was with. "I have no problem with you two, doing, well whatever you were doing. Just not in the kitchen, Cooli."

Lindsay, or Cooli as Jocelyn called her based on her last name, nodded before leading John into the front hall and presumably outside. Turning her attention back to Randy, she couldn't help the smile crossing her lips. She never thought they would actually show up, figuring that they were older than just about everyone else at the party. But she was glad none the less. "J.J!"

Jocelyn turned in direction of Casey's voice in the doorway, holding a bottle of Skyy Vodka. J.J. just shook her head. "Case, remember what happened last time?"

Stopping to think for a second, the shorter brunette in the room shook her head. "I was a little too trashed to remember what happened. If it involved you removing clothes, it's really nothing new, J."

Agreeing with her best friend, Jocelyn just shrugged, watching a smirk cross Randy's face. "You," she pointed to Randy, "don't get any ideas." As Randy's smirk faded, he leaned against the counter to watch the encounter between the two best friends. "And you," she directed to Casey, "you're on, bitch."

As Casey smiled and called to her boyfriend in the other room, Jocelyn reached in the cupboard for a set of shot glasses. "Randy, you can get in on this if you want. It's just funny when I kick Casey's ass every single time."

"I'll watch, babe." Jocelyn shrugged and grabbed the bottle from Casey's hand, pouring out two shots.

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About twenty shots total for both girls later, Casey rested her head on the counter, signally that she gave up. Thankfully for Jocelyn, she didn't need to down any more shots, especially since she was up 11-9 at the moment. As Casey walked away with the help of Chace, Jocelyn tried to force a smile. With her undefeated record still intact, Jocelyn found herself in Randy's arms, becoming more and more interested in what was under his dress shirt.

Knowing that she yelled at her best friend for making out in the kitchen, Randy placed his lips to her neck, smirking when her fingers slipped into the belt loops of his jeans. "Where's your room, babe?" When Randy grabbed what was left of the 24 pack of Corona on the counter, she took his hand and led him into the front hall and up the main staircase.

As she was one of the oldest members of Gamma Psi, at the beginning of the year, she got to choose her room, and for once got to get her own room, one of the few single bedrooms. The only downfall, was at moments like this, she wished it wasn't all the way down the at the end of the main hall.

Once inside, she flicked the lights on to show a purple and yellow bedroom, with walls adorned with different sorts of Gamma Psi memorabilia. With the door shut and locked behind them, Randy placed the case of beer to the ground and picked Jocelyn up, leaving her to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. When Randy's lips crashed onto hers, and her back was placed against the queen sized bed, Jocelyn thought she had died and gone to heaven.

Most girls would died to have this fine a specimen in their bedroom more than willing to do nasty things to her, but Jocelyn wasn't like that. Sure, she was a party girl, and a very drunk one at the moment. But she had morals. They could make out and fool around, but they were not going to have sex. She had to make that very clear before he got any plans. As if he could read her thoughts, he pulled his lips away from hers, smiling down at her. "This is weird for me, but I didn't bring you up here to have sex with you."

After letting out the deep breath that she didn't know she was holding, J.J. smiled. "Good, 'cause it wasn't goin' to happen. At least not tonight."

Randy nodded and placed his lips on hers again, this time parting her lips with his tongue, only to meet a different surprise -- a tongue ring. Realizing that she was very different than the girls he usually hooked up with, he was happy for the change. She was different. Stunning, absolutely, but was a little bit rough around the edges. Most girls he dated -- well hooked up with -- were clean cut party girls, with a touch of slutty added in. But there was something that had Randy caught with Jocelyn.

Once out of the intense lip lock, Jocelyn got comfortable on her bed as Randy left her to grab the beer by her door. He placed the case next to the bed and opened two bottles for them. "You don't seem like a Boston guy."

"I grew up in St. Louis." Jocelyn nodded, trying not to get caught up in his baritone voice. "What about you. Originally from New Hampshire?"

J.J. shook her head as she laid out on the bed, resting her back on her pillows. "Nope. Born and raised in Brookline. Right outside of Boston." As she took a sip of her beer, Randy noticed her bright blue eyes. The way her smoky eye shadow and long lashes outlined them, he couldn't help but swim in them. "My older brother, Jamie, went to school up here for hockey and loved it. And since he's only two and a half years older than me, I would come up to party a lot."

"Only have one brother?"

The blonde nodded. "A brother and a younger sister, Jenna. She just turned fourteen." Jocelyn reached onto her bedside table and picked up a frame with the most recent picture of the three siblings at a family member's wedding. It would be difficult to deny that Jenna and Jocelyn were related, with the same light blonde hair and facial structure. Jamie had shaggy dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes like Jenna, but other than that, he didn't look a whole lot like his sisters. "Jamie got dad's looks. Jen and I got mom's. They have no idea where the blue eyes came from, though."

She took another sip from the bottle before pursing her lips together to watch the older man in her bedroom. "I like 'em though." Jocelyn offered a smile in Randy's direction took a seat close to the middle of the bed. "I won't lie. It's been quite some time since I've been to a sorority party." When the blonde rolled her eyes, he put his hand up. "Honest. I went to a few while on base, but not many since I joined the WWE."

"A wrestler, huh?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Is that a problem?"

"Well, don't you travel a lot?"

He nodded again. "Four days a week." Jocelyn just nodded before placing her beer on the side table and unbuckling her heels. As she dropped them to the floor, she licked her lips. "I don't know where this is going to go," he said pointing between them, "but I'd love to find out."

Jocelyn raised her eyes to meet Randy's, and for a moment, her breath caught in her throat. "So do I." When Randy's lips covered hers, she thought to herself that she was doing the right thing. But that knot in her stomach at the fact that Randy wasn't from New England, and that he's always traveling fought the butterflies from his kiss.

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