A/N: Well after receiving a few reviews asking for me to continue this story on I think I will! Now this chapter is setting things up. This is how Jon meets our lovely Maddie. Now if anyone is interested in Beta-ing this for me I'd be honored. Just message me please.

"Donny boy!" Danny yelled over the loud music as I went swaggering over drink in hand. Assuming the stance, you guys know the one it's the stance that says 'I'm not checking anyone out, I'm just here for a good time and to try and stare at some random ass and not get caught' oh yeah, you know the one. Going by some women, it's not nonchalant, but oh well.

"Jon, did you see that one? The one in red? She's gotta be at least a seven." Danny said over the music pointing at a group of girls. Now keep in mind, Esther had passed away a few months before, and I'm just now getting back in the game because that's what she would've wanted.

"Red? Nah man, she's not a seven, five and a half tops. Now the girl in the pink next to her? Damn she's gotta be an eight!" Bobby, exclaimed raising a fist to his mouth, "that's a damn fine woman." I gotta admit, I'm having a hard time getting back into the game of 1-10. Because I've been shown that love isn't always the packaging you see.

"Donny! You listening man?" Danny said smacking the back of my head.

"Fuck you! Yeah I'm listening. And you're both wrong. That girl, there in the green. That is a dime." I said pointing to the one girl who wasn't smiling and dancing, who instead was looking how I felt, alone, pissed off, and like she wanted to rip someone's face off, or at least, that's what I thought I saw before she turned her back to us.

"Who? Miss angry over there? No way man. She's maybe a six." Danny replied with a shake of his head and a laugh. "It's okay Jon, we get it. You're just now coming back to us."

"Fuck you I'm not JUST coming back. I've been back baby. Now watch, you'll see why she's a dime." I said with a smug smile that I wasn't feeling and sauntered away, over to the girl.

"Hey." I said tapping her shoulder, watching as she turned around to face me, her pale skin, perfectly arched eyebrow rising slightly in challenge, her scowl deepening.

"What?" She asked, obviously annoyed.

"Listen I don't want to bother you or your friends, and I'm saving you from those two guys over there. They've been staring at your friends over here for a while." I said with a genuine smile.

"Trust me, my friends know, that's why they're acting like a bunch of morons. They like the attention." She replied with a roll of her eyes and a shake of her head.

"And you don't?"

"Hardly." She said, that eyebrow shooting right back up. "Look buddy, what do you want. Really. Because I know you didn't come over here to warn me about your friends Don Jon." She said that last bit with a bit of disgust.

"Actually it was. And my name is Jon." I replied with challenging tone. "Okay, listen," I sighed, "I just want you to smile. I have a score to settle here. Smile and I'll leave."

"Well Jon. Give me something to smile at." She said with a smirk and a narrowing of her eyes.

"Alright. Fine. My boys over there bet that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful girl in the room. Want to buy some drinks with their money?" I said with a wink, and a nod and a quirk of my lips trying to be a slight resemblance of my old self. Causing her to snort a bit and a slight smile to grace her lips.

"That was good Jon. Really funny. But I'm someone that's hard to make laugh. Wanna try again?" She replied with that same smirk.

"Alright, fine! Challenge accepted." Now by this point, I was unaware that my boys and her girls had moved off and started dancing else where, leaving this girl and myself alone. "A Canadian guy, an American guy, a Japanese guy, and a Middle Eastern guy walk into a bar. They all have a couple of beers, and get to bragging. The American guy boasts, 'I'm so lucky, I have 4 beautiful children, one more and I would have a basketball team.' Not to be outdone, the Canadian guy retorts, 'I am luckier than you, I have 5 gifted children, one more and I could form a hockey team.' So, the Japanese guy chimes in with, 'Well, I surely have both of you topped. I have 8 children. Just one more and I would have a baseball team.' Pausing, briefly, the Middle Eastern guy replies, 'Well, I am betting I have all you fools beat. My harem houses 17 wives, one more and I would have a golf course!'"

Now this. This joke got her to laugh. And her laugh, well it made me laugh. For the first time in a long time I was laughing and it didn't hurt. Her eyes crinkled at the corners, so did her nose, her laugh didn't sound like tinkling bells of someone trying to not laugh. She full on laughed, and it was amazing.

"That was funny Jon. Really funny. You're a funny guy." She said with a smile once she stopped laughing.

"Thanks. I think?" I smiled back. This was...easy. "Now, I've done more than making you smile. So I think you should tell me your name." Yeah, I know I'm pushing my luck here. But it's worth it, keeping that smile on her face.

"True. Maddie. My name is Maddie. Now I've told you my name so I'm going to go find my girls. Better find your boys Jon." She said right before disappearing into the crowd.

"Maddie." I said to myself with a smile, I like her. Shaking myself out of my day dream I went off in search of my boys. She is not going to be an easy one to get a hold of.

Finding my boys was easier said then done. Being tired of looking for them, I just sent them a text that I was going home and I would catch them later.

A/N: Now I know it wasn't long, but I promise the next ones will be longer. I'm crazy tired and there's a little blue box sitting in my christmas tree that was put there by my lovely S/O that is driving me nuts, so I'm off to finish my wine and contemplate what could be in said box...Review...you know you want to!