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The atmosphere in the bar is much like it is every other night, but still its a lot more welcoming than her friends have been lately. With Elizabeth nowhere to be found, they have chosen her as their target for anger, as if she had any part in Elizabeth's vanishing act. She had truly believed the wedding would happen. How was she supposed to foresee Elizabeth booking it right before the I Do's.

With a deep sigh, she orders up another shot of whiskey before downing it, thankful that they don't cut people off in this bar. Just as the alcohol starts to settle in and numb her out, the one person in all of Port Charles that she wishes would leave her alone plops down beside her at the bar.

"You." she states with irritation, signalling the bartender for another shot. "Can't you give me even one night of peace?"

"I would, but not here." he voices after a moment of thought. "This isn't a place for someone like you."

"Someone like me?" she repeats in shock. "What kind of someone do you think I am?"

"The good kind." he replies honestly. "You deserve more than getting drunk every night."

"Oh, I suppose you're the one to show me that?" she scoffs, downing the shot once its in front of her. "No offense, Johnny, but you're the last person to tell me about how good I am."

"Why is that?"

"Don't you remember?" she questions seriously. "I'm a spoiled brat that's only focused on what she wants with absolutely no regard for the people around her."

"Who would say that?"

"You." she rolls her eyes, knowing that he remembers, but is only playing stupid to piss her off. "Last month."

"Right." he smirks, remembering that conversation vividly. "However, if I recall correctly, you called me a small minded mob prince that can only see what's right in front of him rather than the big picture."

"Right." she states between her teeth before letting out a sigh. "We're really bad at insulting each other, aren't we?"

"We really are." he agrees, joining her in her bout of laughter before shaking his head. "Despite your own belief, I actually have a reason for joining you tonight."

"Oh, really, now?" she turns to face him with skepticism. "And what reason would that be?"

"I need your help."

"I'm listening."

He could see that she was beyond skeptical by this point, but this wouldn't go with perfection without her help. So, in spite of how mad she'll most likely be at him when its all said and done, Johnny has no other choice but to enlist Emily's help. Two shots of tequila later, he lays it all out for her, successfully surprising her with the truth.

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Swaying slowly to the soft music playing, the stars twinkling brightly overhead, Elizabeth couldn't think of a better way to end their dinner at one of the most prestigious Vegas restaurants. As they dance beneath the moonlight, she's taken back to their very first dance, the one they shared that very late night in the diner.

In many ways, that had been the night she started to see him in a different light. Sure, he was always there for her, doing whatever he possibly could to help her move past Lucky, but that night was different. As she fit herself into his arms, safe and sound in his embrace, she was forced to open her eyes to the man in front of her. To see him like any sane woman would.

From the beautiful scenery of the restaurant, they take a long night ride through the beautiful city, making it all the way back to the lookout point where their plans of marriage began. Sitting together in their spot, Elizabeth is overwhelmed with emotions long since buried about the man who will soon be her husband.

"I got you something." Jason voices after a long moment, shoving his hand into his pocket to produce a small velvet box. "I hope you like it."

"I..." she literally had no words, having believed that they wouldn't get to the ring part until they returned to Port Charles. "I'm sure I will."

"Open it."

"Its beautiful." she whispers as she takes in the delicate beauty of the ring. "Blue Topaz, right?"

"The jeweler said it was the perfect gemstone for an artist." he explains. "Is it okay?"

"Its perfect." she turns to look at him with teary eyes. "If I didn't know any better, I'd actually believe we were getting married for the traditional reasons."

"I know our wedding isn't exactly conventional, but I'm going to do my best to make it right for you."

"Thank you." she whispers, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before taking the ring out of the box. "Would you like to do the honors?"

"Sure."

Resting her left hand atop of his, she watches intently as he slowly slips the ring onto her finger before placing a soft kiss upon it. Just when she thinks that she can't be more breathless than she already is, Jason lifts his gaze, locking eyes with her, and all form of breathing ceases to exist. Those beautiful blue eyes staring into hers sends butterflies into the deepest depths of her soul.

Her gaze slowly drops from his to his lips, curious about what it would feel like it have them against hers. Unknowingly, her head starts to lean closer until Jason has no other choice but to give into the moment like she already has. His hands quickly going up to frame her face as their lips dance together in uncharted territories, laying delicate groundwork for the days ahead.

Turning her body to position it over his, Elizabeth lays her body flush against his as his body lowers back onto the grassy ground behind him. Legs interlocking, fingers entangling in beautiful locks of hair, the moment drowns them in its intimacy. A beautiful, heated, entanglement of passion and desire.

"I..." she whispers, her forehead laying against his as his hands lock together at the small of her back. "I have no words."

"Elizabeth Webber, speechless." he chuckles, pecking her lips. "I think I'll have to remember that for future reference."

"I thought you like my ranting." she counters, pulling away slightly to meet his eyes.

"I do." he assures, reaching up one hand to caress her cheek. "I could listen to you rant all day."

"Good." she smirks, laying her head down on his chest. "Because now that we're getting married, you'll probably have to."

"Can't wait."

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She wasn't sure why Johnny would need her help instead of just hiring someone to do, but she has agreed to do it anyway. With things going on the way they are with the Spencers and Audrey, she could definitely use the distraction, if nothing else.

"Are you going to tell me who's getting married?" Emily questions, eyeing him curiously. "Will I get to meet them, at least?"

"It wouldn't be much of a surprise wedding if you talk to them about it, would it?" Johnny counters, holding open the door for her to get into his SUV. "They can't know about the wedding until its in full swing."

"And you expect me to put a wedding together in less than a week?" she looks at him like he's crazy. "A big wedding, invitations and all, in less than a week...what do I look like? The miracle worker of wedding planners?"

"You're Emily Quartermaine." he says with conviction. "There's nothing I'm willing to put past you."

"You owe me big time for this."

"Put it on my tab."