Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters or places associated with General Hospital. The title is a line from Carrie Underwood's song "We're Young and Beautiful" Yes, I took ripped part of the idea in this first chapter from Brad Paisley's "We Danced"

Author's Note: I know I have two other stories going. However, I needed to break things up a little bit and do something different from my Kellie Corinthos series; aside from a case of writer's block. Something lighter. I've liked the idea of Lainey and Coleman since the first girl's night at Jake's. So if you like, please let me know.


The alarm clock went off. It had one of those irritating buzzing noises.

Lainey reached over and slammed the snooze button.

The only thing worse than a buzzy alarm clock going off because you forgot to turn it off, was a buzzy alarm clock going off during a hangover. This hangover was the result of what was fast becoming a tradition, girl's night at Jake's.

Lainey rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but was interrupted by a knocking on the door.

Lainey got out of bed and answered the door. It was Kelly, one of her room mates.

"Sorry, " Kelly said, when she realized Lainey was hungover, "Coleman called. You left your purse at the bar. He said he'd be around this morning if you want to pick it up."

A few hours later

Coleman heard the click of heels come up behind him.

"What can I do for you sweetheart?" he said before turning around, making eye contact with Lainey.

"My purse," Lainey said, not thinking about how that sounded.

"That's an unusual request if I ever heard one," Coleman said, "But I guess that can be arranged.

"I didn't mean it like that," Lainey said, "And could you it keep down?"

"I'm just kidding, sweetheart," Coleman said, "Now just take a seat and I'll get you a cure for that hangover."

Lainey took a seat at the bar while Coleman mixed something up.

"Here you go," Coleman said, sliding a concoction that looked like a cross between urine and egg whites.

"I'll pass," Lainey said.

"Look's disgusting," Coleman said, "But I guarantee you, the minute you chug that puppy, you won't even remember you had a hangover."

"That good?" Lainey asked, grabbing the glass.

"Don't take my word for it," Coleman said.

Lainey drank the vile looking concoction.

"Well?" Coleman asked after a few seconds.

"Tastes horrible," Lainey said, "But the hangover's gone."

"What did I tell you?" Coleman said, "I know my way around a hangover."

"I apologize," Lainey said, "You were right. I'm sorry for doubting your skills. How can I make it up to you?"

"I know nice place outside of Port Charles," Coleman said, "Very good at keeping their guests identities on the down low. Think about it, you, me."

"Stop right there," Lainey said, "You'll have to come up with something else."

"You can't blame a boy for trying with a pretty thing such as yourself," Coleman said, "When I think of something, I'll let you know." He handed Lainey her purse.

"I guess I'll look forward to hearing from you then," Lainey said as she started to leave.

"You know if you ever change your mind about that place," Coleman yelled after Lainey, "the offer's still good."

Lainey didn't answer or turn around; she just waved.