Stepping through the doors of the warehouse, completely surrounded by Corinthos' men, Johnny had to admit that he had expected it to take a little longer than this for them to stick their noses in. So much for underestimating them as a bunch of mindless drones riding the coattails of Sonny and Jason.

Dropping into a chair with a little help from one of the men, he braces himself for the top dog of the crew, Francis Corelli, one of the few Corinthos employees that actually scares him to his core. If he had not known the reason for the meeting, he would definitely be searching for an escape by now. Fortunately, for his sake, he's well aware of the reason.

"Talk." Francis states, standing with his demonic glare on. "Now."

"Sure, but first..." Johnny dares to question, truly desperate to know. "How did you find out?"

"Emily's planning a wedding, at your insistence, within hours of Jason divulging he's found someone." Francis states, squatting down slightly to meet Johnny's eyes. "Either you spill or O'Brien will get his way with you for the next two hours."

Johnny O'Brien. While Francis did scare him, O'Brien's the true insanity that rivals even his father at times. The kind of tortures that man is known for can send Anthony Zacchara himself running for his life, something that his father had taken into consideration when sending him alone to Port Charles to lay the ground work for their arrival. Suffice to say that his first month in town had not been pretty.

"I learnt about Morgan's...predicament...from my father's talkative play toy of a lawyer." Johnny admits, relaxing a bit into the chair. "I had a friend that needed an out..."

"You put her in Jason's path." Francis eyes him sternly before tilting his head slightly. "What's in it for you?"

"Why does something have to be in it for me?" Johnny counters. "Seriously, am I really perceived to be that shallow?"

"After I'm done with you, I just might let Emily have a turn." O'Brien states through gritted teeth. "I bet she'll be pretty eager to get her hands on you when I tell her its Jason's wedding she's planning."

"There's nothing in it for me." Johnny insists, throwing his hands up, knowing there was only one way out of there. The truth. "I had a friend that needed an out, one that I couldn't provide on my own...so, yes, maybe I used Morgan's situation to my advantage, but I assure you that he'll be thanking me by the time this is over."

"I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you." Francis counters. "Solving his issue for the moment won't get you anything from Morgan."

"Solving his issue isn't why he'll be thanking me." Johnny shakes his head. "Its the fact that he's marrying my friend...that's what he'll be thanking me for."

"Do tell." O'Brien states. "Who is this wonder woman?"

"I'll tell you on two conditions." Johnny says seriously. "I walk out of here the moment I do and you don't tell Emily who the wedding's for."

"Out with it." Francis states, accepting his terms.

"Elizabeth Webber."

Just like that, Johnny could see both men's minds turning, obviously aware of who Elizabeth is and, more importantly, who she is to Jason and Emily. Maybe they didn't have all the details as far as Elizabeth's situation with the Spencers goes, but they know enough to know that Emily knowing about the wedding arrangement wouldn't bode well for any of them. Neither would telling Sonny by this point.

Tipping toeing his way around the men, he does his best to stifle the urge to say 'great meeting, fellas, lets do it again sometime' on his way out. Letting out a deep breath the moment he hits solid ground that doesn't belong to the Corinthos Organization, Johnny heads back to the spot they had taken him from, needing to check on Emily's progress.

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Ethan couldn't help but watch her as she dances crazy through the hotel room, rocking out to her favorite songs as she waits for room service. It has been so long since he has seen her let herself go like this that he just didn't want to miss a moment of it. More of the girl he loves is starting to surface and that had him grateful for Morgan in more ways than he had anticipated.

Downing his shot of vodka, Ethan grabs his wallet to pay for room service when they sound off on the other side of the door, thankful that they got there before Elizabeth pulls him into one of her crazy dancing episodes. The last time she snaked him into dancing with her, he had to wear a cast on his wrist for a month. Long story, one he refuses to delve into at this point in time.

"Thanks, mate." he replies, tipping the waiter before pushing the cart into the room, stopping it just shy of the bed. "You gonna turn that down so we can eat?"

"Kill joy." she counters, turning her music down before plopping on the bed. "That smells amazing."

"Lets hope it tastes as good as it smells."

Pulling their respective platters to them, a platter of chili cheese fries at the center, the two enjoy a decent lunch her favorite playlist as background music. Its been such a long time since they've been able to enjoy a good meal together, Lucky always getting in the middle of it, that he just wanted to relish in it. Even if that meant letting her finish most of the fries without complaining.

"So...when is this wedding, anyway?" Ethan voices once the main course is out of the way and they settle in for dessert. "I'm assuming it'll be soon?"

"Yes, it's going to be soon." she confirms. "But I guess we'll figure it out when we get back to town."

"So you and Morgan are a 'we' now...interesting."

"Oh, shut up. You know what I mean." Elizabeth rolls her eyes before eating a scoop of her ice-cream. "I can't explain it, but it just feels right."

"Compared to Blondie, you mean?"

"Compared to anyone." she corrects. "I mean, I've met my fair share of men and not one of them has ever made me feel what he does...its, believe it or not, beyond any form of explanation. There's literally no words for it."

"Is it safe to assume I'll be playing some kind of part in the wedding?"

"Of course." she says without hesitation. "Between you and Johnny, you'll have to figure out who will be my Man of Honor and who'll be walking me down the aisle."

"Hands down, definitely the aisle thing." Ethan smirks. "I do a mean father of the bride bit...all blubbering and whatnot, while giving your groom the death stare...it'll be unforgettable, for sure."

"Man of honor it is then."

Unable to hold back his laughter when she starts laughing, Ethan finds that he doesn't really care what part he plays in the wedding as long as he's in it. One of the many things he hated about her wedding to Lucky was that neither he nor Johnny were permitted to attend. Two of her closest friends and they weren't even allowed to be there to share in the moment. Beyond despicable if you ask him.

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Checking on on Emily had been both a blessing and a curse. Despite her ever desire to have him as far away from her as possible, the task that he has laid before her has Emily yanking him closer than she finds comfortable. Coincidentally, with the tasks she has him doing, closer than even he is comfortable with. Really, what's the difference between egg-shell, off-white, and light beige?

Going through all the tedious choices, Johnny had to remind himself that he wasn't the one getting married in order to keep his sanity. If he ever gets married, he swears he's going to elope, quick and easy. These millions of decisions is just too much for him. Too much complications.

"Is that it?" Johnny questions, stopping Emily from walking over to the next flower arrangements. "Can I go now?"

"Not a chance." Emily counters. "I told you, you'd owe me big. Well...welcome to big."

"I thought, maybe I could pay you a couple million..."

"I'm a Quartermaine remember?" she counters. "I don't need your money."

"Fine." he gives, gesturing to the set up before them. "What's next?"

"Oh, you're gonna love this one." Emily smirks, linking her arm with his. "Cake testing."

"Perfect!" he exclaims, pulling his arm from her grasp to face her. "Chocolate! Next."

"What kind of chocolate?"

"The good kind." he looks at her skeptically. "How many kinds of chocolate can there really be?"

"Johnny, Johnny, Johnny." she tsks, linking arms with him again to guide him over to the cake table. "You really have no idea."

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Though she hadn't been expecting him, she couldn't hide her delight in his presence. Ethan long since vacating the room to give them some time alone and, of course, swindle unsuspecting people out of a month's salary, Elizabeth's unsure of how smart it is for them to really be alone at this point.

After only one date, they were kissing like mad people, truly uncertain of just how far they might have taken it if she wasn't already exhausted from the beautiful date itself. Showing him over to the couch, she grabs them a couple beer bottles from the mini fridge before settling in next to him.

"You okay?" he questions when she grows silent.

"Just remembering a major factor in us getting married." she looks at him a little nervously. "Carly."

"Ah."

"Yeah...she's rude and vindictive towards me on her best day." she feels the need to remind him. "I can only imagine what she'll be like when she finds out we're getting married."

"You can handle her." he counters, turning her to face him. "You did before."

"Well, yeah, because you were recovering from a bullet wound...amongst other things." she throws right back. "What standing do I have on marrying you?"

"You're helping me...like last time." he points out. "Use that as your stand point."

"Life is really going to change when we get back to town, isn't it?" she voices, finally realizing just how much of her life will change, not that she hadn't before, but the Carly factor was only beginning to truly set in.

"Yeah." he confirms, wrapping his arms around her as he leans back on the couch. "But we'll be okay."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure." he smirks. "And, if Carly happens gets too out of hand, I'll handle her."

"Promise?"

"I promise." he chuckles at her serious gaze. "I'll handle her, if you really need me to."

"Good."