A/N: I wrote this after smoking six bowls. I'm so excited to write a Jay story.

Jay Reso slipped through the back entrance of the arena, glancing around at the some familiar—some new—faces of his co-workers. For the first time in a very long time, Jay could feel his nerves bunching in his stomach, sending butterflies to flutter with every step he took.

It was good to be back.

Jay spotted Adam Copeland leaning against the wall outside the locker room, his back to him, talking to someone. He could barely see the person over his shoulder, but from the sparkly legs that shifted from side to side, Jay could only assume it was a woman.

Not that Chris wasn't known to wear sparkly outfits.

"Adam." Jay clapped a hand on his best friend's back, smiling when the taller blond turned around. "How's it going, man?"

"Jay, you made it!" He completely ignored the girl, moving so he was facing Jay. "Did you drive here?"

"Yeah. I'm exhausted."

"That's too bad. You're taking a chair shot in a couple of hours."

Jay groaned. "I forgot. From who?"

"Jake." Adam looked around, shrugging. "He's not here yet, I guess."

"Oh. Thwagger." Jay nodded. "Now I remember."

The girl behind Adam huffed.

Jay was never known to be rude, so he kept glancing at the strawberry blond hair over Adam's shoulder, finally clearing his throat to give Adam a hint.

He jumped. "Oh!" When he moved aside, Jay smiled at the woman standing there. Adam held out his hand, gesturing to her. "Jay, this is Nattie. You remember her, don't you?"

"Nattie?" He was already shaking her hand. He let go awkwardly. "No, I don't remember a Nattie."

"Yeah, man! Nattie Neidhart. I trained with her uncles." He nudged the girl's side. "It's how we fell in love."

"Don't remind me," she groaned. She smiled at Jay. "It's okay. You're a little fuzzy too."

"Well, I haven't shaved—Oh." Jay grinned. "Right."

Nattie laughed, flipping her hair back. "Now, I kinda remember you. You were his tag team partner, right? The funny one."

Adam nodded, then turned to her quickly, insulted. "Hey!"

"I'm just placing him, Adam." She pushed him. "Don't be a baby."

"Yeah, I was." Jay stroked his chin. "I'm still trying to place you."

"Well, take your time. I have to go get ready for my match." Nattie punched Adam's bicep. "Are we still going out after?"

"Ow! You'll be taking me to the emergency room." Adam cringed, rubbing his shoulder. "You got a harder punch than I do."

"It's because you're a wimp." She started away, but smiled back at Jay with a swish of hair. "It was nice meeting you, Jay! Or... seeing you again, I guess."

"Yeah." He lifted his hand, nodding. "You too, Nattie."

Adam sighed as she left. "I can't believe I actually dated her."

"Yeah, me—what?"

Adam glanced at him. "What?"

"You dated her?"

He shrugged, smirking. "Well, more or less."

"Dude. She's more of a man than you are."

"Which is why we broke up." Adam crossed his arms. "She was too... strong for me. Independent, I guess."

"Butch, maybe."

Adam snorted, looking at Jay. "You think she's ugly?"

Jay shrugged. "She's not beautiful."

"I think she is. And she's fun to be around." Adam moved away from the wall. "We're going out after the taping—wanna join us?"

"I'm not gonna third wheel this little get together, am I?"

"Nah. Chris is coming in—he's in the next town for a house show. You can be his date."

"Thanks." Jay smiled, hitting Adam's back. "So. Wanna show me the digs?"

"Sure." Adam opened the locker room, letting Jay pass him. "Need help getting dressed, too?"

Jay just sent him a look over his shoulder as the door closed behind them.

A/N: I plan for this to be the best story ever. Review.