Date Posted:22:11:20 03/17/01 Sat Author: nightmoves Subject: Short & sweet....leave Jason wanting more!! In reply to:
Poonam
's message, "Never Easy - Chapter 1" on 14:57:06 03/17/01 Sat
>Here's the next chapter. Not a lot happens but it's
>still setting up the story. Let me know what you
>think!! I hope you like it!
>
>Poll: How should J&R's first meeting go? Should it
>be short/brief or long/heated. Let me know because I
>want your opinions on how the next chapter should go!
>
>Enjoy!!
>
>Poonam
>
>Chapter 1
>
>Jason slid the contract across the table with a pen
>that made Brent Davis manager and 20% owner of Jason's
>newfound club - sports bar - game room, Front Row
>Center. Jason watched as Brent signed the
>contract in one smooth stroke. He knew he made the
>right decision in hiring him and giving him a share of
>the bar. He had searched and interviewed close to
>fifty prospects and Brent was the only one who stuck
>out to him. Brent was 26 years old, two years out of
>college, and waiting for his first real break in the
>real world. Brent had the business sense and sports
>savvy that Jason could use. A major clause in the
>contract stated that if in six months, Jason felt the
>need to terminate his contract, he would rightfully do
>so. Brent, eager to work and learn, accepted the
>clause, knowing he was catching the break of a
>lifetime. Not only did he own 20 percent, but he was
>also being paid handsomely for his work as bar
>manager. He couldn't ask for anything more. But it
>was more than potential he saw in Brent. He genuinely
>liked the guy and he had done nothing to sour his
>attitude as of yet.
>
>"Thank you Mr. Morgan," Brent said as he slid the
>contract back towards Jason.
>
>"First, you're going to have to call me Jason. You
>are now part owner, okay?"
>
>Brent laughed. "Sure thing." At first Brent had been
>a little intimidated by Jason's demeanor but over the
>last few weeks he learned more and more and realized
>Jason was just as normal as the rest of the world.
>
>"Don't steer me wrong and we'll be fine. Now you know
>to be here at 9 am tomorrow, right?" Brent nodded.
>"Good. Our opening will be Super Bowl Sunday as I've
>already informed you. We'll go through your
>orientation and any questions you have tomorrow. You
>can meet the staff and all that." Jason saw Benny
>step into the bar. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
>
>"Definitely," Brent answered. He shook hands with
>Jason, then left, nodding at Benny as he passed.
>
>"Looks like things are shaping up Mr. Morgan."
>
>"Hey Benny. Want a beer?"
>
>"I'm fine. What can I do for you?"
>
>"I know this is unorthodox but I have a proposition."
>
>"I'm listening."
>
>"How would you like to oversee the accounting division
>of this establishment?"
>
>"Mr. Morgan, you know I can't do that."
>
>"Why not Benny?"
>
>"For starters, I'm still with Mr. Corinthos."
>
>"He can find someone else," Jason answered smoothly.
>
>"Funny. For someone trying to sever all ties to his
>past you're not starting off on the right foot."
>
>"What do you know about that," Jason asked surprised.
>
>"Johnny informed me of the confrontation between Mr.
>Corinthos and yourself months earlier. Johnny
>suggested I keep a closer eye on Mr. Corinthos.."
>
>"I'm sure he's doing great," Jason answered. "Now
>give me a legitimate reason why you won't work for me."
>
>"Okay. How can you break all ties to the organization
>if you hire me as your accountant. I will be a
>constant reminder of what life you used to live. Not
>only to you but your enemies as well."
>
>"Not if you declare your independence from the
>organization."
>
>"You know that can never happen. You've tried how
>many times to leave?? I'm beginning to lose count."
>
>Jason rolled his eyes. "Things are different now.
>I'm not tied down to anything and I'm committed to a
>new lifestyle."
>
>"Sports?"
>
>"Why not? You pick up things as time goes by. And as
>I recall you are a huge Knicks fan, not to mention
>football fan. Why not be somewhere you can enjoy it?"
>
>"That's not the point."
>
>"What is? Working for someone and living a life that
>you look like you're growing to hate. Look at you
>Benny. You look incredibly stressed and worn out.
>You're letting the job get to you and that's the first
>sign you're losing control."
>
>"And working for a bar can fix that?"
>
>"Give it a try. I guarantee you'll love it here."
>
>"You drive a hard bargain Mr. Morgan."
>
>"And when you work for me it will be Jason,
>okay?"
>
>Benny's cell phone went off. "Hello," he answered.
>"Okay." Benny paused. "I'll be there right away."
>Benny turned back to Jason who leaning against his
>chair and sipping his beer.
>
>"Work calls," he questioned.
>
>"Something like that."
>
>"Why don't I give you a tour of the place and then you
>can decide."
>
>"I really should get going."
>
>"Forget it, Benny. Come check out the place."
>
>~*~
>
>Robin stared at the painting that hung on the wall
>with a look of uncertainty. "I don't know Uncle Mac."
>
>"Come on. It looks great," he answered smiling at the
>painting of kangaroos.
>
>"I don't think it gives off the right vibe. I want it
>to say something about me."
>
>Mac laughed. "It does. It says your uncle loves
>kangaroos."
>
>Robin rolled her eyes and she reached over to bring
>the painting down. "Then you keep it."
>
>"But it's your house warming gift. You have to keep
>it," he pouted.
>
>"Uncle Mac. I am not keeping that thing up in my
>house. Couldn't you have settled for a toaster or
>dish set?"
>
>"That's too practical and expected. I wanted to
>surprise you."
>
>"You certainly did. Now take your kangaroos."
>
>Mac frowned and took the painting. "Don't worry guys.
> She'll come around." Mac set the painting down on
>the couch. "Just keep it. You never know when you
>might need a painting of kangaroos."
>
>"I highly doubt I will ever need it," she answered.
>"Now where are Maxie and Georgie. All I asked was for
>them to get a box from the car." Robin walked over to
>the balcony and looked down to the street. She saw
>Maxie and grinned. "Hey Uncle Mac, I bet you your
>kangaroos that you'll what's happening down there."
>
>"What," Mac asked and headed over to Robin. He looked
>down and saw Maxie flirting with some guy who looked
>quite a few years older than her. "Okay, that's it.
>She's never visiting you."
>
>Robin started giggling. "Uncle Mac, didn't we talk
>about regression. Should I set up an appointment with
>Kevin," she smiled.
>
>"This isn't funny, Robin. She's thirteen and he looks
>like he's at least sixteen. I never should've agreed
>to her wearing make-up. You know this is your fault."
>
>"My fault," she asked surprised. "What did I do?"
>
>"She looks up to you Robin. And your choice of
>boyfriends over the years has been less than stellar."
>
>Robin rolled her eyes. "Uncle Mac, you will never
>like anyone I date."
>
>"Should I go down there or will you?"
>
>"Give her five minutes," Robin said just as Maxie and
>Georgie walked in the door and Maxie carrying a box.
>
>"Robin, I love your new place. Can I visit whenever I
>want," she asked happily.
>
>"Absolutely not," Mac interjected.
>
>Surprised, Maxie raised an eyebrow. "What's his deal?"
>
>"Want to tell us about your new friend Maxie," Robin
>questioned slyly.
>
>"Uh," she started.
>
>"His name is Mark," Georgie jumped in. "He's cute and
>he has a car."
>
>"A car. See I told you he was at least sixteen."
>
>"For your information he's fifteen and he lives next
>door. He's fixing the car up so he can use it when he
>turns sixteen. Were you spying on me?"
>
>"Relax Maxie. Uncle Mac can get overprotective at
>times." Turning to Mac. "I told you to relax."
>
>Mac shook his head. "Fine. Now are you sure you
>don't want the kangaroos?"
>
>Maxie started laughing hysterically. "You're still
>trying to pawn off that painting?"
>
>"What," Robin asked shocked.
>
>"Uh," Mac began. "Well, see the guys at the station
>thought it would be cute. I had to get rid of it
>Robin. I couldn't take it anymore."
>
>"Not gonna work. Take your kangaroos. Maxie,
>Georgie, you ready for that movie?"
>
>"Definitely," Georgie jumped.
>
>"Yeah, sure," Maxie answered.
>
>An hour later Robin, Maxie, and Georgie were at the
>concession stand at the cineplex as Robin paid for
>their popcorn and drinks.
>
>"Robin," Maxie whispered.
>
>"Just a minute," she answered as she pulled out some
>quarters.
>
>"Robin," Maxie whispered again.
>
>Robin finished paying and then turned to Maxie. "What
>is it?"
>
>"That guy has been looking over here for a couple
>minutes. I think he likes you."
>
>"Maxie, you're delusional."
>
>"Just look."
>
>Robin looked over in the direction Maxie was referring
>to and sure enough there was a guy watching her. He
>smiled and started walking over.
>
>"See," Maxie whispered excitedly. "Come on, Georgie."
> Maxie grabbed Georgie's hand and led her to the
>arcade.
>
>"Hi," the man greeted.
>
>"Hi," Robin answered smiling. He didn't look bad, she
>thought. Tall, light brown hair, brown eyes, and
>definitely cute.
>
>"Where those your sisters I scared away?"
>
>"You could say that. Cousins, sisters, gets hard to
>tell with divorce and marriage these days. I consider
>them my sister's though." God, she thought. He must
>think I'm crazy. She wanted to kick herself. She
>must sound like a fool, babbling away. All he asked
>was a simple question.
>
>The guy laughed. "I know what that's about."
>
>Robin sighed. He didn't think she was crazy. "So are
>you here with your girlfriend," she asked carefully.
>
>"No," he answered. "Just here with a couple of
>friends." Damn, he thought to himself. She must
>think I do have a girlfriend.
>
>"That's nice. So your girlfriend's just busy
>tonight," she asked. Why was she doing this, she
>thought to herself. What was wrong with her. Now he
>probably thought she was desperate.
>
>"Actually, I don't have a girlfriend. Not lucky with
>the girls you could say." Oh God, why did he say
>that. Loser. He probably sounded like some kind of
>player who picks of girls in movie theaters all the
>time.
>
>Robin laughed. "Poor guy," she answered. That was
>better. Play this casually.
>
>He laughed along with her. She was really cute.
>Brown hair that went just past her shoulders,
>chocolate brown eyes, and did he mention cute. "So
>what movie are you seeing?"
>
>"Some lame Freddie Prinze Jr. movie that Maxie has
>been dying to see. That guy does the same movies over
>and over. It is so tired." There she goes rambling
>again. Damn.
>
>"Hey, I agree with you there. That guy is such a
>loser going out with that bleach blonde barbie."
>
>"You don't go for that look?" she asked casually.
>
>"It's tired, overdone, and so fake," he smiled. That
>sounded real good.
>
>Score, she thought. This guy had definite
>possibilities. She smiled back at him. "So what are
>you seeing?"
>
>"The new Tom Cruise movie."
>
>"Now that guy is to die for."
>
>"Oh, so you go for that kind of guy."
>
>"Yeah, you could say that," she answered casually.
>"Him and Brad Pitt. They could take me any day."
>
>"But you're stuck with me," he laughed. He caught
>himself and wanted to scream. Now he was being
>desperate.
>
>"Who says that's a bad thing," she answered slyly.
>
>He gave her a relieved smile. "Brent Davis," he said
>extending his hand to her. Ugh, he thought. How
>corny was that.
>
>"Robin Scorpio," she answered shaking his hand. She
>laughed, how corny did they look.
>
>A few minutes later Robin searched out Maxie and
>Georgie. She found them near a pin ball machine.
>"Let's go, the movie's starting."
>
>Maxie let out a huge smile. "How did it go," she
>asked excitedly.
>
>"We exchanged phone numbers," she winked. "Let's go."
>
>"Cool," she grinned.
>
>**********
>
>Still enjoying it?? Wanting more?? Don't forget to
>let me know how you think J&R's first meeting should
>go!
I'm having trouble imagining Jason owning a sportsbar,but I'm trying...I'm trying...LOL
Short & sweet....leave Jason wanting more!!