Alright y'all, you said you'd read if I did an AU Lizzie/Daryl story, so here you go! I'm actually really excited about writing this story because I feel like there's so much more I'm going to be able to do without the zombie apocalypse happening, you know?

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters you recognize. Just my characters. Enjoy!


Janis Washington looked away from the window she was sitting next to in the cafeteria and smiled at Aubrey Tierney who sat down across from her. "Hey Aubrey, how're you?"

"Okay," Aubrey nodded. "I've got to check in on Mr. Wilkes in exactly twenty three minutes, and considering I didn't see a better opportunity I figured I'd better get lunch now." Aubrey sighed.

"I know the feeling." Janis nodded as she munched on her salad.

"Sometimes I wish they'd just put a little extra effort into the veggies they buy. I know they could get some way better ones that were locally grown, for not much more than they pay now." Aubrey sighed.

"Locally grown, really?" Janis asked. "You know about that stuff?"

"Sure, there's this great farmer's market, Comet and I go every weekend."

"Um, Comet?" Janis frowned lightly.

"Oh, sorry, Comet is my boyfriend." Aubrey nodded and Janis nodded in understanding.

"Oh wow, that's great. What an interesting name, is that his-"

"It's the name he chose." Aubrey nodded.

"Sometimes I used to want to do that, you know, shake it up a little, 'till Lizzie- my roommate- till she pointed out that I was named after Janis Joplin and if I wanted to shake things up, I had the perfect role model…" Janis shrugged.

"Right." Aubrey nodded, obviously she had no idea what Janis was talking about.

"Yeah, so I've got to go, but I'll see you later."

"Good luck with Mrs. Feldman. She's been a tough cookie to crack." Aubrey smiled at Janis who stood up.

"Thanks." Janis nodded. A week later Janis saw Aubrey walking down the hall and quickly followed after her, "Hey Aubrey!" Janis called.

"Oh, hey Janis." Aubrey turned around. "What's up?"

"That farmer's market you told me about was great, I just wanted to say thanks so much." Janis told Aubrey who smiled.

"Oh, glad you liked it."

"Yeah, even my roommate liked it- or, she liked the food I brought back."

"Your roommate eats your food?" Aubrey frowned and Janis nodded.

"Oh, yeah, she uh, we have an arrangement, she pays me to go shopping for her when I shop for myself because she works kind of crazy hours." Janis shrugged. "Plus, I don't know if she'd know what to buy at a grocery store if I could convince her to go."

"You roommate won't go to grocery stores?"

"Well, she had a bad experience at one as a kid." Janis shrugged. "And she's more than my roommate, she's my best friend." Janis explained. "But, um, I was wondering if you and… Comet was it?" Aubrey nodded. "Right, well if you guys wanted to come over to my place this Saturday for lunch?"

"Will your roommate mind?" Aubrey asked and Janis chuckled.

"Yeah, she's not going to be home, she's going out with her brother for the weekend. This family bonding thing they do, I went once... Not really my thing." Janis shrugged.

"Well, Comet and I are going to our friend's daughter's awakening." Aubrey nodded and Janis frowned lightly.

"Her uh… Awakening? Was she in like a coma or something?" Janis asked.

"No," Aubrey chuckled. "An awakening is when one soul has completed a cycle of experience and is ready to experience a whole new level of experience."

"So it's a birthday?" Janis asked.

"Essentially, yes, but it's much more than that." Aubrey nodded, before adding. "But we are free on Sunday."

"Sunday? Great! Yeah, that works, for sure."

"Should we say two o'clock? We can have a late lunch."

"Sure, that sounds great." Janis nodded.

"Oh, uh, just so you know, Comet and I are vegans."

"Right, cool, no problem." Janis nodded.

"Great, we'll see you Sunday." Aubrey smiled before walking away.

That Sunday Janis had cleaned the house and had dropped plenty of money at the grocery store and had her mother over to help prepare the vegan feast. She could only imagine what Lizzie would have to say if she had been there and Janis sighed as she rolled her eyes. Janis did a quick check that her outfit still looked okay, her floral dress and crème flats were fine, and she hadn't done anything spectacular with her honey blonde hair, just let it out loose about her shoulders. There was a knock on the door and she looked towards the living room before smoothing her dress down one more time and then going to the door.

"Hi Aubrey!" Janis smiled as the dark haired girl who stood on the other side of the door. Janis was so used to seeing Aubrey in scrubs she almost didn't recognize the girl on the other side of her door, Aubrey was wearing a pair of black leggings under a pair of denim shorts, a Ramones tee shirt and a red infinity scarf wrapped around her neck a few times. "Wow, you look great." Janis grinned as Aubrey and who Janis assumed to be Comet walked in.

"Janis, this is Comet, my spirit guide, and partner." Aubrey looked at Comet who was a tallish skinny guy with black hair, and black stubble on his face, he was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a Ramones tee as well as a blue and white infinity scarf.

"Nice to meet you." Janis smiled.

"We brought dandelion salad." Comet held up a bowl with saran wrap over it.

"And zucchini nut quinoa muffins for desert." Aubrey held up the plate she was holding.

"Oh, wow, you guys didn't have to do that, that's so sweet." Janis grinned. "Well, here, bring those into the kitchen and I'll show you what I made. We've got vegan guacamole and salsa, and some blue corn chips, and I made spring rolls with peanut sauce, and um, fried tofu with peppers and onions." Janis told them as Comet put down the bowl of dandelion salad. He took the saran wrap and laid it on the counter and Aubrey did the same with the saran wrap off of the muffins she had brought.

"What dandelion salad wouldn't be complete without dandelion wine?" Comet pulled some out from his bag and Janis got down wine glasses.

As they sat in the living room talking and listening to music, Janis couldn't help but realize that these two were seriously the most pretentious people alive. From talking about the sciences and reasons left brained people could only be with left brained people and vice versa, to discussing why Janis would feel so much more alive when she not only started eating vegan, but realized even simple things like what music she listened to were bringing her spirit down. After awhile it was pretty obvious they were going to finish the bottle of dandelion wine, which Janis was still on her first glass of, before they even thought of leaving. Comet had just come back from the bathroom and was talking about how much better it would be if Janis swapped to Glycerin soap when the front door opened.

Lizzie Mason looked like hell. She was covered in dried and still wet mud, her hair was stuffed into a cap, her face was smeared with mud and a little blood, as were her knees, her boots, and her hands. On her right hip there was a knife strapped to her thigh, and over her left shoulder was a rifle. For a moment Janis wished she had a camera on Aubrey and Comet's horrified faces. Lizzie hardly paid they any attention though, walking through the living room, tracking mud, but at this point Janis didn't care, she was far too busy watching where this was going. Lizzie took off the rifle- Janis knew it wasn't loaded, she and Lizzie had an agreement, the bullets stayed with Lizzie's brother Cal, but neither Aubrey nor Comet knew that.

Lizzie put her backpack down on a kitchen chair and Lizzie pulled a thick black skillet out from a cabinet before putting it on the stove. She turned on the burner and then poured some oil into the skillet, before opening the refrigerator. She pulled out the sliced onions Janis had cut earlier that afternoon and without looking to Janis to see if it was okay, dumped them into the oil. The onions sizzled when they hit the oil, but that was virtually the only sound in the apartment, that is of course, until Lizzie opened her bag and pulled out two black plastic bags, one of which she opened, and drew what looked like a plastic bag you'd get when you buy a fish at a carnival, however there was a deep red organ in the bag covered in some sort of solution. Aubrey and Comet were officially horrified and Janis was internally grinning as

Lizzie put the bag down in the sink and then drew her blood covered knife.

She cut open the bag and pulled the liver out, her hands still covered in mud and blood, and no one speaking as Lizzie started to cut the liver into small slices. When she finished she went to the fridge and pulled out a bag of store bought pre sliced mushrooms and dumped them into the oil and onion mixture. She dropped slices of liver into the pan as well and flipped them over a few times before she grabbed a bottle of vermouth and poured some into the pan. After the vermouth she got a bottle of whiskey and after taking a sizeable (From the bottle) and poured a heavy amount into the pan as well before picking up a book of matches. She looked over at Janis who grinned as Lizzie struck a match and then lit the pan of food on fire.

When the alcohol cooked off Lizzie grabbed a carton of cream from the fridge and poured a little in before putting a lid over the sautéing liver. She looked at all of the food in the kitchen for the first time before picking up a zucchini quinoa muffin (Without washing her hands, Aubrey might add) and took a bite of it before letting the bite fall from her mouth into the sink she was standing over. "Excuse me?" Aubrey spoke up after a moment and Lizzie looked at her. "What's going on here?"

"Aubrey, this is my roommate, Lizzie. Lizzie, this is Aubrey, she works at the hospital with me, and that's her boyfriend, Comet." Lizzie snorted as she looked at Comet who frowned and grabbed Aubrey's hand.

"You just, waltz in here and- and- and start with that practically ritualistic slaughter?! I bet you killed that.. whatever it was too, didn't you?" Aubrey asked and when Lizzie didn't answer she huffed and crossed her arms. "That's sick. You're sick. How could you just come in here and start cooking that?" Lizzie looked at Janis and then nodded to Aubrey as if silently asking if she was serious. Janis simply shrugged and Lizzie returned the gesture before looking at Aubrey

"Damn girl, don't get yer panties in a twist," Lizzie spoke finally as she unwrapped her knife sheath from her waist. "There's plenty fer everyone."


The thing about the Silver Spoon not many people realized was the further you sat away from the door, the tougher you tended to be. That went for sitting at the bar was well. The whole bar was longer than it was wide, though it was wide enough for people to comfortably play pool in the middle of the bar. The pool table was almost a safe zone, unless of course some newbie from the front of the bar tried to join a group of guys from the back of the bar. Towards the back of the bar there was more seating. The type of people who made it to the back of the bar usually stayed all night. When I first started working there, Patty, my manager, she told me you could tell if someone was going to be a problem based on three things.

Where they sat. According to her the guys in the back were always a problem. At first I'd totally agree with her, but then later working there I'd start to realize she was wrong. The guys in the back weren't the problem; in fact the guys in the back were the ones who stopped problems from getting worse. It was usually the guys in the middle or in the front who started the problems as in a misconceived notion that it would make them appear to be tougher to the guys in the back. It usually ended with them getting the shit kicked out of them.

What someone ordered. I'll stand by that still. You can judge someone pretty well based off of what they order to drink.

Whether or not they came in alone. This could go either way. The biker guys who came in with friends usually tipped pretty well because they didn't want their friends to think they were assholes, whereas when college kids came back into town and found themselves kicked out of the local sports bar for being too rowdy they'd usually end up in the front group of the Silver Spoon. Those guys were fucking assholes. Guys who came in alone were hardly an issue. Usually they just wanted a drink, listen to some music, or play a game of pool with some of the other lone wolves at the bar, once or twice we had someone in a particularly sour mood, just got fired from work, found out their significant other was cheating on them, etc. and those people were the ones that people usually started fights with.

The night I met the Dixons, was the night I really started to understand the "Three Commandments" as Patty called them, even though that name really made no sense.

I never understood Janis' obsession for trying to get me to dress up for my job. Most people think that flashing your tits will get you better tips, at least some of the waitresses thought that, but in reality, it was a little more simple than that, as I was learning. It was still only my first month at the Silver Spoon, I had turned twenty one six months before and then decided to quit my job as a waitress at the King County Café and get a job at the Silver Spoon. Patty hired me not because she thought I had potential, but because she knew who my brother was. The Mason reputation that had made it so hard for me to find work everywhere else had finally landed me a job. Sometimes I felt like they had been holding the job for a Mason, like it was a matter of time before one of us went wandering in there, and if people in King County knew there was a Mason working the bar, then that would somehow tell people what they needed to know about what type of bar it was.

The real secret behind getting tips I was figuring out, was remembering people. Remembering names was okay, but for the regulars there, those type of people had a regular spot, and to go with it, a regular drink. Be it a shot of whiskey and a slice of jerky, or rum with a splash of coke, whatever it was, people liked it when you not only recognized them, but made their drink without asking. It didn't matter what you wore, for the most part I wore tee shirts and jeans with a pair of boots or converse, but sometimes, on the weekends, to humor Janis, I'd wear one of the cutesy shirts she'd buy me when we went shopping and decided she needed to try to get me to dress more feminine, because according to her, if I wanted to meet guys I'd have to start dressing differently.

When Cal came in that night he wasn't alone, my brother is hard to miss in a crowd, he's tall, broad shouldered with fiery red hair, a pointed face, and just had this presence, some people said that prison changed him the first time, and the second time it made him start living by prison rules. I don't think that's true, but Cal definitely had a different way of looking at things than different people, and he carried himself differently than most people I knew. No one messed with Cal because of it, though I suppose that it didn't hurt most people knew Cal's reputation.

When him and two other guys walked into the bar, they decided to forgo the usual starting out at the front of the bar bullshit a lot of people did, and walked straight to the back of the bar, getting themselves a table. I walked over to Cal as he walked to the bar and nodded to me. "Who're your friends?" I asked nodding to the table.

"Remember Merle Dixon?" he asked.

"That a serious question?" I asked.

"He was my cellmate." He offered and I looked over at Merle.

"What was he in for?" I asked.

"Drugs." He shrugged.

"You may'a mentioned him." I shrugged. "What do ya'll want ta drink?"

"Why don't you start us off with a pitcher of Terrapin?"

"You askin' or ordering?" I asked with a small smile.

"Don't forget the three glasses, and start us a tab."

"You got it." I said sarcastically as I started to pour the beer while he returned to his table.

"You wanna take them Lizzie?" Cathie, the waitress for that section asked when I put the beer and glasses on a tray. She intimidated really easily and wouldn't last much longer at the bar, rather going to work for the King County Café where the clientele was a little more tamed.

"Yeah alright." I stepped out from behind the bar and carried the drinks over to the table.

"Since when're you a waitress?" Cal asked as I set the tray down.

"Since Cathie's too chicken shit ta come over here." I told him honestly as I set his beer in front of him.

"What about you little girl?" the older of the two guys who had come in with Cal asked. "You scared'a' ole Merle?" his voice was kind of rough but a little amused.

"Evidently not." I replied as I put his beer in front of him. He was older, maybe in his late forties, early fifties, and had a slightly weathered look to him, a receding hairline, but he kept his lightly colored hair real short. He was a thicker guy, not fat or anything; he just had a thick build. He grinned as I put his drink in front of him and then looked to the last guy at the table, he was younger than Merle, and maybe a few years younger than Cal, a younger face, with light brown hair, and bright blue eyes that seemed to watch my every move as I put his beer down.

"Mere, this is my sister," Cal was saying as I set the beers down. "Lizzie, this is Merle Dixon, and his brother Daryl." He nodded to the younger guy and I nodded to them both, these weren't the types of guys to waste time on handshakes.

"So you're the lil chit got Cal sent back ta prison huh?" Merle nodded to me and I raised my eyebrows before looking at Cal.

"You wanna take that one or should I?" I asked sarcastically before I put the tray under my arm and walked back to the bar.

After another pitcher of beer the buys ordered four shots. Company policy dictated when a customer bought you a shot, you had to do it. When I brought them over Merle stood up and leaned over me as I set the tray down. "Why dontcha come sit with ole Merle? I jus' got outta prison, we could have us a little fun." He drawled in my ear.

"Leave 'er be Merle." Daryl spoke for the first time I had heard, not that I had been spending much time listening to them. There was a group of rowdy boys I had gone to high school with who were back in town at the front of the bar who thought "It was fate" they had come into the Silver Spoon and run into me. It was obvious they had started strong at the K.C. Sports Bar and had been kicked out before they decided it was time to go home.

"What 'fer Daryl? Ya got a hard on fer Cal's sister?" Merle slurred. "That's his sister man."

"You ain't treatin' her any better brother." Cal pointed out, his voice taking a low, warning tone.

"Man I'm just kiddin'." Merle told Cal as he sat down. "Ain't no one 'round got a sense uh humor but you lil' girl." He nodded to me and I paused before handing him his shot.

"Who's driving tonight?" I asked.

"We're takin' a cab back to my place. Jennie's at her sister's place so they're crashin' with me." Cal told me and I nodded before handing out the shots.

"You can drink on the job?" Daryl asked and I scoffed.

"Ain't allowed ta turn down a drink if the customer's buyin'." I shrugged, before holding up my shot.

"Ta getting' the fuck outta prison." Merle said before throwing back his shot. I tossed mine down quickly, and then took a sip of Cal's beer to wash it down.

"Well, that was fun." I took the empty shot glasses. "Let me know when ya'll need more beer." I took them back to the bar and gave them to my bar back.

"Lizzie, it's time for your break." Patty reminded me about twenty minutes later. I nodded and grabbed my pack of cigarettes and lighter before walking outside. I went to the side of the bar, towards the alley, and lit up a cigarette, and inhaled deeply, before leaning on the railing outside as I exhaled the smoke.

"Hey," I looked over as Merle's brother walked towards me. "Can I bum one'a those?" I held out the pack and he took one and I handed him my lighter. He lit his cigarette and then handed me the bright yellow bic lighter. "Cal says it's your first week workin' here."

"Cal can't tell time for shit." I scoffed. "Been three weeks now."

"Merle got out three days 'go" he told me as I took the cigarette from my mouth and raised my eyebrows.

"How long was he in?"

"Seven years." He told me and I let out a low whistle.

The rest of my break was silent as I finished my cigarette and then flicked the butt towards the parking lot. "See ya in there." I told Daryl before walking back into the bar. I put my pack and lighter back in my purse and then took my place behind the bar.

"Hey, Lizzie, come on over here and have a drink." Peter White called about twenty minutes later from where he was sitting with his friends.

"Yeeeah, jus' like ole times huh Lizzie?" Bryant James called.

"No, guys, I'm good." I told them.

"Come on girl, Jager shots. We're buying!" I groaned internally knowing Patty was listening from her office and if she heard me turn them down, she'd come out there and insist I listen to them. And it was never fun when Patty insisted things. I poured the shots and brought them over before one of the guys pulled out a chair.

"Siddown." He slurred and I sighed before sitting down gingerly. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I shot him a look as he pressed the jager shot into my hand. "To Lizzie," he held up the shot, and spoke loudly. "The one girl we all wanna get with." He grinned and the guys snorted before taking their shots. I held mine, glaring at him before he poked my side. "Come on girl, I'm buyin' you gotta do the shot." I sighed and then did the shot before standing up quickly. "Woah woah woah." He grabbed my waist and pulled me back down. "Where's the fire girl?"

"I've got to get back to work." I told him.

"Ain't no one orderin' drinks." He scoffed. "No, you jus' sit right here with us for a minute." He nodded as he pulled me close to him. "No, now, Lizzie, I gotta question for ya. Now see us guys, we been talkin' bout it. And what with your reputation in high school, we been thinkin' that rep musta come from somewhere huh?" he asked and I clenched my jaw.

"It came from Olive Nelson being an uppity bitch." I muttered harshly.

"That ain't it though," Bryant scoffed as the other guys laughed slightly. "No, now, Lizzie," his hands started to travel up my waist. "How's about you an' me an' the guys go back ta my place, and we go see whicha them rumors was true, huh?" he asked, before I elbowed him in the chest. I stood up quickly, making him do the same. "How much it cost, huh bitch?" he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Get off me." I warned as I tried to pull back.

"How much it cost huh? How much you gonna charge an ol' friend, how much for me an' my boys? Thousand? Two thousand? You know I'm good for the money. Think 'bout it Lizzie, two thousand bucks for us, we gonna keep you busy all night girl, we heard plenty uh rumors 'bout you, we gonna need all night to test 'em all out."

"What rumors you hear 'bout me?" Cal asked from where he was sitting. They looked over as he stood up and crossed the bar. His heavy motorcycle boots thumped dramatically as he walked over. "Come on boys, ya'll heard rumors 'bout her. Wha'd you hear 'bout me?" he asked as he looked them over.

"You uh, killed a guy." Patrick Lancaster spoke up.

"Pat." Peter hissed.

"No, no, it's alright." Cal shook his head. "Naw, see, I ain't never killed him. But I sure as shit tried. You wanna know why?" he asked and looked at Bryant. "For puttin' his hands on my girl." He snapped and Bryant's hands dropped. "Y'all wanna know somethin'? Prison don't bother me as much as you four do." He growled. "Now I'm gonna let you stay, but that's just cuz' she's workin' the closin' shift, and if y'all are still buyin' drinks, you're rackin' up quite a tab. Meanin' she gets quite a tip at the end uh the night, an you are gonna tip. Twenty five percent." They groaned and Cal shot them a look. "Now you best consider this the last time any'a y'all ever think'a comin' in here." He looked at them sharply. "Cuz if I hear y'all are in here, and I will hear, you can bet I ain't gonna be happy. And don't ya even think of orderin' from her directly, you order through Cathie for the rest of the night." He added. "Elle, get us another pitcher."

"No problem." I sighed as I walked over to the bar. Patty was looking out the door of her office watching the scene unfold.

"Those boys a problem?" she asked and I scoffed as I looked over my shoulder.

"Not anymore." I told her before going to the tap and filling another pitcher of beer for Cal, who walked over and picked it up.

"Ya'alright?" he asked and I nodded.

"You didn't have ta-"

"Hey, ain't no one compares ya ta momma and gets away with it, yahear?" he asked and I nodded.

"Thanks." I nodded and he grinned before walking back to his table.

I was walking out of the bathroom awhile later, close to one am, when someone walked over to me. "Lizzie," I looked at David Brentwood who stepped over to me. "Look, I just wanna say I'm sorry for Bryant."

"When are you gonna get tired of apologizin' for him, or ya gonna keep it up your whole life?" I asked and he scoffed with a light smile.

"Believe it or not, I don't plan on it." He shrugged. "He just doesn't know when to quit, ya know?" he shrugged and it was my turn to scoff.

"That ain't all he don't know how ta do." I tried to step around him.

"No, look-" he stepped in front of me. "I'm not just apologizing for him, I'm sorry, I really am."

"You ain't got nothin' ta be sorry about, except the fact you hang out with an asshole." I told him as I tried to step to the side, but he stepped in front of me again. "You keep doin this you are gonna have somethin' ta be sorry about." I told him.

"No, look, He only started picking on you because of me."

"Because of you?" I repeated in disbelief. "You put him up to it?"

"No! No, I mean, there's a reason we come here, haven't you wondered why we keep coming here when we're in town?"

"Same reason all'a you college kids come here when you come ta town? See what it's like on the inside and take a walk on the wild side?" I asked sarcastically.

"No, well, maybe a little, but, not me." He shook his head. "I just wanna see you." He told me and I scoffed.

"Alright, I'm goin' back ta work." I tried moving past him, but he cut me off again.

"No, Lizzie, look, I know I was a jerk to you in school, and I could have handled that situation better, but, I've always liked you, and, well, I'm in school now, and I'm making money, and, I could get you away from all this, you know, help you out." He smiled, looking proud of himself.

"Okay, I don't know what the hell you're talkin' 'bout, but this, it ain't never gonna happen." I shook my head as I tried to step around him.

"Well give me one good reason why not." He protested.

"Man you must have a death wish," someone grabbed David and slammed him up against the wall. "Or do you not understand don't talk ta her again?" Daryl growled harshly in David's face.

"No, no, no, wait, we're just talking." David protested as Daryl held him against the wall by his shirt. "Lizzie tell him."

"He was offering to take me away from all this and set me up and help me out because he makes money." I told Daryl who frowned and looked at me, confused. "You came to apologize for your friend treatin' me like a whore, before turnin' around and doin' the same thing."

"No, no, I wasn't." he looked at Daryl quickly who tightened his grip on David's shirt.

"Get your friends and get the fuck outta this bar." Daryl shoved David away, making him stumble.

"This shirt costs more than you make in a week man." David whined and Daryl stepped towards him.

"Maybe it'll cover your hospital bills." He threatened and David scampered away.

"Well," I sighed as I looked at Daryl. "I'm slightly more impressed than I am with most of Cal's friends." I told him. "You didn't have to do that though."

"You didn't haveta take it." He shrugged as he leaned on the wall.

"Where'd your brother run off to? Didn't think he'd let his brother walk away from a fight."

"Left with that Patty woman." He waved his hand towards the bar. "'N that Jamie chick came fer Cal."

"Jennie? Thought she was staying with her sister."

"I dunno, they got in a fight, she looked pissed when she was here." He shrugged.

"Well I hope they didn't leave you with the check." I joked and he shook his head.

"Naw they took care'a it before they left." He shook his head.

"Well, let me buy you a drink." I offered.

"Ain't that against the rules?" he asked and I shrugged.

"Patty left with Merle." I pointed out. "Ain't no one 'round to enforce the rules." He seemed to think about that for a minute before he nodded. He followed me back to the bar and shot David a glare as David was paying their bar tab. I poured him a drink and slid it across the bar to him before I started to wind things down. By the time my shift ended, one of the other waitresses, Donna told me I could go. "So, if you were going to crash with my brother, where are you staying tonight?" I asked Daryl as he walked me out of the bar. I lit up a cigarette and then offered one to him. He took it and I held up my lighter, my hand wobbling slightly, making him grab it with his rough hands, to hold it steady so he could light his cigarette.

"Probably just stay in my truck." He said after a moment of thought.

"That sucks." I frowned. He didn't say anything and I looked at him. "I think I need another drink."

"There another bar?" he asked.

"I wish, I just wanna go all night, you know?" I asked. "Shit. Well, I know I need another drink." I looked at my pack. "And cigarettes, I need more of those, and you need another drink, and a place to crash, so why don't you crash at my place?"

"I slept in my truck before."

"Come on, I don't drink alone, and you don't get charged for the good shit at my place." I told him and he snorted.

"You okay to drive?" he asked.

"Are you?" I asked and he shook his head.

"Nah." He admitted.

"That's fine; I just live a few blocks down, come on." I took his hand in my drunken state and pulled him along with me towards the apartment Janis and I shared. "There's a liquor store on the way." I added.


Okay just so y'all know, I'm not saying all vegan people act like Aubrey and Comet, but Aubrey and Comet do. Just so you guys don't think I'm hating on vegans or anything. It's just how THOSE vegans are.

Anyways, what do y'all think? New side of Lizzie and Daryl, new story, and we get to see Janis. I think that's one of the things I'm most excited about, getting to see Janis and Lizzie interact more than just in flashbacks, and getting to see Daryl and Janis interact. Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed this chapter!

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