A/N: For those who have asked, no, this doesn't follow any particular story line or time. Enjoy and please review. Thanks.

Staring down at the shot of tequila in front of her, Emily can't help but wish that she could fast forward into the future, to a day where this entire situation is nothing but a bad memory. With the sound of the Spencer clan and Audrey's whining voice echoing through her ears, she has found her peace of mind in the most unlikely place of all, Jake's.

As crazy as it is for her to be in the local dingy bar, it was the only place she could think of that no one would look for her. Never in a million years would any of them believe that she would take refuge within those four walls, having hated the place since she broke up with her high school boyfriend, Juan, all those years ago.

"This seat taken?"

"Yes." Emily drops her purse onto it before turning to look at the man that couldn't take the hint. "What do you want, Johnny?"

"Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine." Emily gestures to herself. "Still in one piece. Something that you wouldn't have been if you had stayed that day."

"Something I'm grateful for, of course." he smiles slightly, moving the purse before sitting down next to her. "You know, I heard it isn't healthy to drink alone."

"Is that so?" she counters with an arched eyebrow, taking her purse out of his hands. "From what I hear, it isn't healthy for you to drink with me. I'm just not liable for what I do once I have a good amount of alcohol in my system."

"I think I'll take my chances."

"Suit yourself." she says plainly, gripping the shot of tequila in her hand before downing it. "It's your funeral."

Ordering up another round, Emily ignores the curious look on Johnny's face, wishing that he'd just leave her be. After all the yelling and blaming that she had to endure from everyone, all she wants is to be left alone in silence, something she obviously wasn't going to get in his company.

Every part of her now understanding how Elizabeth must have felt these last few months. As much as she has tried to ignore it, this past few days have taught her a thing or two about having both families down her throat, something she definitely could have lived a long happy life without knowing.

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Her first night in the city best known for its night life, Elizabeth had to admit that it was everything she could have ever imagined and much more. The pure energy within the first casino that they have found themselves in, suffice to say that she wishes she were allowed to just paint this image. All the emotions filling that room, from the highest of highest to the lowest of lows, it was definitely a sight to behold.

"Enough sightseeing, love." Ethan snatches up her hand before guiding her over to a table. "Its time to see if you're any good in a real game."

"Oh, you're on." she laughs, plopping down into a chair as Ethan buys their way into the game. "Just don't cry if you lose again."

"Hey, waitress lady!" Ethan calls to one of the women surviving drinks to the players. "Two shots of tequila and a couple mugs of beer, whatever's on tap is fine."

"I'll have it to you in a moment." the lady replies before finishing up with the men at the other table and walking away to the bar.

"Trying to get me drunk won't work, Ethan." Elizabeth points out as places her two cards flat on the table. "Even you know I can hold my liquor with the best of them."

"Ah, yes, I do recall as much." Ethan smirks before leaning in. "But, don't forget, you have been out of practice."

As soon as the tequila gets to them, Elizabeth downs the shot before taking a long swig of beer just before the dealer calls the hand. With a smirk, she turns to Ethan, showing him just how pleased she is with herself. Sure, she has been out of practice, but thankfully she still has it.

"Like riding a bike." she voices, gesturing to her hand and laughing a throaty laugh when he realizes that she beat him. "Dejavu, Ethan?"

"Its just the first hand, love." Ethan reminds her as the dealer deals out another hand. "Try not to hatch your chicks before the eggs are even laid."

Laughing at his reference, knowing that he was just doing anything he could to get her to loosen up, Elizabeth takes orders up another shot of tequila, telling the lady to keep 'em coming before she turns her attention to the game. Strange how easy it is to get swept up in the chaos that is the emotional turmoil of casinos.

For however long it lasts, Port Charles and her non-wedding is the furthest thing from her mind, leaving her with a good mood and an even better feeling about. As selfish as it may be, she wants to live in this moment for as long as she's able to, forsaking everything outside of her immediate surroundings. Port Charles be damned because Elizabeth's determined to live it up in Vegas for as long as she can.

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Driving down the streets of Las Vegas, he couldn't help but feel a little strange, realizing that he has driven this far. He had intended to head north, but he had missed one too many exits and just kept driving. After seeing Elizabeth at that stop light, Jason has driven day and night, not even stopping to sleep at a motel anymore. Seeing her had brought so many memories to mind that sleep evaded him.

When sleep happened to be within his grasp, he'd pull off to the side of the road and get as much sleep as he could before getting back on the road again. Other than stopping for food and gas, Jason has been enjoying the thrill of the ride for the last few days, somehow ending up in Las Vegas of all places.

Pulling up to a casino, knowing that a a good game and some alcohol would do him so good, Jason parks his bike and heads inside. No sense in wasting a trip to Vegas by driving right through, right? It wasn't until he was inside the casino that a certain brunette catches his eye.

Standing by the bar, a bottle of beer in his hand, Jason watches from a distance, wondering what could have brought her all the way from Port Charles to the city of sin. As he watches her, a thought pops into his mind, a thought that just might be crazy enough to work. It sure as hell beats his alternative.

As he accepts a fresh bottle from the barkeep, he can't help but smile softly when a pair of beautiful blue eyes meet his from across the room. He truly believed that they had lost that, finding each other in a crowded room without any effort, but it seems that it has yet to fade away.

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She couldn't truly place it, but she could feel someone's eyes on her. Normally that would freak her out, but not this time. For some reason it felt familiar, so familiar that she felt the need to scan the room, partially fearful that it was someone from Port Charles. She knows its crazy, but with that bunch anything's possible.

It was then that she spotted him by the bar, leaning against it so casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be in some random casino in the middle of Las Vegas. As a soft smile touches his lips, one is forced to grace her lips, no other option on her part. Every time she sees him smile, one instinctively graces her lips, always affected by the weight of his.

"Have them deal me out." Elizabeth says to Ethan before rising to his feet. "I'll be right back."

"If you're going, who's gonna make an honest man of me?"

"I think you'll survive." she smirks, fixing her dress before pushing in her seat. "If I'm not back by the time you're done with your game, come find me at the bar."

"If you say so, love." Ethan voices, watching as she walks over to the bar before noticing a certain mob enforcer at her destination, commenting with a chuckle, "Guess that's what the look is about."

Walking over to the bar, Elizabeth's smile widens the closer she gets to him. Its been so long since she's seen him and even longer since she's been this close to him. Before either of them realized what was happening, they were in each other's arms, hugging each other in greeting. Maybe it was the city or maybe it was something else, but being together right then just felt easier than it had in Port Charles.

"Strange, isn't it?" Elizabeth questions as they grab an empty table. "Us ending up in Vegas at the same time, I mean."

"Yeah." he agrees. "Definitely strange."

"So, what brings you here?" Elizabeth questions before catching herself. "You don't have to tell me..."

"Just needed to clear my head." he concedes. "What about you? Are you on your honeymoon?"

"Honeymoon?"

"I caught your wedding announcement in the paper." Jason elaborates. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the wedding."

"That's okay." she counters. "I didn't either."

"Care to explain?"

"Long story." she replies. "Lets just say that its the reason why I'm in Vegas and not Port Charles."

"Well, whatever brought you here, I'm glad I got to see you."

"Me, too." she smiles, trying to hide her blush, the alcohol starting to get the better of her. "Can I get you another drink?"

"How about we go for a ride?"

"Right now?"

"Why not?" he counters. "Come on, you know you want to."

"Give me a second?"

"Sure."

Making her way back to Ethan, she tells him that she'll just see him back at the hotel before making her way back to Jason, ignoring the smirk on Ethan's face as she walks away from him. She knew that telling him where she was going was a bad idea, but she didn't want to worry him. If only she could smack that smirk of his face.

Following Jason out of the casino, she allows him to strap the helmet onto her head, the alcohol definitely starting to kick in. Straddling the bike behind him, a sense of familiarity spreads through her, having truly missed this feeling more than she ever allowed herself to admit.

"I know its been a while, so, I can take it slow..." Jason starts to say when she cuts him off swiftly.

"Go fast." she says anxiously, wanting to go nowhere fast. "I want to see the wind."