Pieicing thing together? (open or TBC-Josie)

[J.T. Morgan]

Sitting upon on the edge of his hotel bed, J.T. finds himself wide awake, even though the clock on his bedside table reads 3:00 am. His crystal blue gaze stares into the nothingness of the darkness, as his mind tries to focus. Sure he should be asleep now, getting some rest before having to get up and pack, and get on the road again, just like the rest of his fellow AWS superstar. But ever since he ran into that young woman, what was her name? Josie Pleasure...He can't sleep..His mind. His keeping a tight grip on her face, as her voice still rings out in his ears. What did she say again?

Morgan! Don't you play with me. You damn well know who I am! I've been the one that's been bailing your ass out of trouble since you've been a punk kid, but I'll play your game...I'm Josie Pleasure.

She seemed to know me really, as per reaction to my question of knowing her. But her face her name seems so familiar, but why?

Trying as he might, he can seem to get out the answers he is searching for.

DAMN IT!!! Why me?!?

Letting a few tears fall in frustration, J.T. gets up and starts to pace the carpeted floor as he tries as the term goes "grasping at straws" for the moment.

[pleasure]

"I can't believe that he is trying to claim memory loss...grrr!"

Josie takes her cell phone out of her pocket and flipping through her phone book for a certain number, but decides against it as she snaps the lid down and replaces the phone to her pocket. She had been calling around to all the hotels asking if a J.T. Morgan was registered there and finally got lucky as the taxi comes to a stop at the front door. She pays the weirdo, then walks through the entrance.

Finding a guy reading some book which the way this guy looks is just a front for the playboy that's concealed inside it.

"Pardon me?"

The man looks over the book, raising his eyebrows as he lowers his book a smile pasted on his face which Josie has seen too many times on guys when they see her. She rolls her eyes.

"What room is J.T. Morgan staying in?"

Hotel dude-"That your boy?"

"Does it matter?"

Hotel dude-"Oh so you single."

"No, I happen to have boyfriend, now the room number please."

Hotel dude-"So you letting this dude hit it while you got a sugar daddy on the side."

He gives her a cocky grin.

"Actually this dude's a close friend and I got a mistress on the side. Room number?"

Her patience what little she has is wearing thin.

Hotel dude-"A lipstick lesbo..me likey. Yo, you want the number...show me your boobs."

Josie smirks as the guy rubs his hands together thinking she's going to comply with his request. She grabs the guy by the collar with some force making his expression change from humor to shock in seconds.

"Either you give me his room number or I'll hurt you."

Hotel dude-"402!"

"That seemed painless, didn't it?"

She heads for the elevator as she slaps the button the doors open with a bing as she steps inside the guy hollers.

Hotel dude-"Call me!"

The doors close as she hits the forth floor button and she shakes her head.

"What a douche."

The doors once again open with a bing as she steps out onto the fourth floor and begins her search for J.T's room. Which wasn't that far from the elevator as luck would have it. She knocks on the door and waits.

TBC by Morgan

[J.T. Morgan]

Had it not been for the caprted floor, J.T. would have woren a hole in the floor by now. But his pacing comes to a stop as he hears the knock on the door. His crystal blue gaze staring through the darkness at the door, he studies it wondering who it could be at this unholy hour. Grabbing a pair of sweats from his luggage he throws them on.

I'll be right there.

Moving over to the door, he stops just in front it. Once again studying it as if he could see through it, he shakes his head. Leaning his ear against the door, to listen for any movement, he calls through it.

Who is it?

Not getting any answers he peers through the peephole, seeing Joise standing there somewhat impaitent. Stepping back somewhat shocked, he then slowly opens the door.

Josie it?

Seeing the stare he is recieving from her, he steps aside somewhat allowing her to step inside, closing the door behind her.

Uhmm how can I help you?

[pleasure]

"You could start by stop forming every answer into a question."

She enters the room, but quickly turns back to face J.T as he closes the door.

"Whatever game you're playing, I don't buy it. I've been thinking about this an awful lot and there is no way in hell that you don't remember me, but like I said I'll pretend that you don't and get right to the point....you need to wise up lil bro. We have a war beginnin to brew around here and people are choosing sides and you, better pick a team and play ball cuz what I'm hearing this is going to be wicked."

She stares at him for a moment.

"Really don't remember me? How did you lose your memory out of sheer curiousity?"

She still hadn't made it clear why she was in his hotel room in this late of hour or why it bothered her so much that he can't remember her, but maybe those answers will be told.

[J.T. Morgan]

Looking at her, he looks down hurt.

No I don't remember you, nor do I remember anyone that says that they know me. It's just so irritating, walking around, people knowing you, but then you look into a mirror, and you don't know who it is they see.

Finally turning his crystal blue piercing gaze back up to her, he puts on a weak smile.

To tell you the truth, I really don't know.

Motioning her to follow him deeper into his hotel room, she finally gets the scars on his back, the ones that not only his biological dad, but also his foster dad gave to him when he was younger, that before she only had heard of. Turning back around to face her, he studies her.

All I know is that,...is that I woke up in this hospital bed, my head throbbing. Then I escaped and just came to the arena the AWS was at a couple of weeks ago. But I believe this has something to do with it..

Reaching with his fingers, Josie's gaze following, he cirlces the bullet wound that sits in his forehead now. Slowly letting his hand fall, he then clicks his tongue stud along the back of his teeth, giving her another small weak smile. this time of that killer heart melting/breaker boyish charmed one of his, as he falls into the large chair near by. Running his fingers and hands over his face and then through his short hair, he once more looks up at her studying her.

So..why is that you are truly here in my hotel room at this ungodly hour Josie? And don't give me that it's because of this war that is brewing in the AWS and is coming. It's something else, I can see in your eyes and on your face. I can hear it your tone. Your body movements, are giving away the fact you are truly here for something else.

[pleasure]

"True, I am. I'm worried about you. When you first came to AWS I was the first person you wanted to see and we talked about old times then you started to fade until now I haven't seen you. Rumor has it that you and Rebecca Phoenix have something brewing, but I haven't seen her around."

She licks her lips as she to runs her hand through her long blonde and black locks.

"Don't give me that look, I'm not going to spoil anything that you and her have going even though I've dealt with her sister Angel before and know how that family can be, but I'm going to let you find out for yourself. I just don't understand what's going on with you."

[J.T. Morgan]

Looking down once more, his thoughts now on Rebecca, and the fact that Josie is right, he hasn't seen her in months now either. A look of hurt once more crosses his features as he slowly looks back up at her again, giving her another small smile.

Well I don't know what has happened to her either. I wish I did....but I don't. But from what I have seen, she isn't like her sisters I can tell you that for a fact, cause of have somewhat met with Angel, crossing past with hers I guess you could say when Rebecca and I were out in the ring alone.

Running a couple of fingers over the small beard that is growing, not having shaven in while, something he usual does on a regularly bases, liking his face clean shaven, J.T. continues to study Josie while sitting there in silence. The ticking of his watch the only sound, as the silence surrounds them for what seems like hours, but is only a few minutes.

As for you wrecking what Rebecca and I have, I wouldn't want you to even try, you have Shane now from what I am hearing. Besides, if we have known each other as long as you say we have, and you had feelings for me, or I had feelings for you we would have acted on them right? But as for worrying about me, thanks I think.....it's good to know I have someon out there that worries about me, and even though I still can't remember who I am or who you are, I will make it a point to stop by every once and a while and catch up with you. Deal?

Giving her another one of his heart breaker boyish charmed smiles he leans back in his chair his crystal blue gaze once more reflecting in the low light as he clicks his tongue stud back and forth along the backside of his teeth.

[pleasure]

"Sure J.T. whatever you want. I gotta split anyways."

She extended her hand for him to clasp in a handshake.

"Just so you know I said I wasn't going to mess with what you and Rebecca got. I just don't want you to get hurt like last time cuz I can't deal with that right now."

Josie smiles one last time at J.T. still not understanding why he can't remember at least her, but she's got other issues to attend to. She leaves his hotel room as the door closes.

(End it here or add your thoughts J.T.)