A/N Hey everyone! This is the first fanfic I've done for this series, but I recently started replaying the game and I really wanted to write something like this. It's going to be a post game story. Also, huuuuge chance of ooc-ness, and probably a lot of grammar errors... Anyways, enjoy the first chapter!

*Rieka's POV*

I glance over the want add section of the news paper once more before I sigh and lean back in my chair. I've been staring at this damn thing for over twenty minutes now and I still couldn't find a job that I'm even close to qualified for. Which really sucks because rent is due in three weeks and I'm down to my last fifty bucks. I mentally kick myself for rage quitting my job without thinking about the future consequences. Of course at the time I wasn't really thinking about anything else besides how much my douche of a boss was screwing me over.

I look back down at the paper in front of me and groan. I can feel the beginnings of a headache coming on. I'm not going to get anywhere with the job hunt unless I take a break and get some fresh air. I get up from the table and walk towards the door. My apartment is pretty small so it only takes about five minutes to reach the door. I pull on my black heeled boots and grab my keys off of the nightstand by the door. I flick the lights off and walk out into the hallway.

After I lock the door I walk down the hallway to the elevator. I push the button and cross my arms as I wait. Once it arrives and the doors slide open I step in and press the button for the lobby. The ride down is short. Thankfully the lobby is empty so I don't have to worry about getting a contact high from one of my neighbors. I walk quickly through the front doors of the building and into the cooling night air.

I take a deep, cleansing breath before I start walking down the street. I keep my eyes focused on the street in front of me to avoid catching the attention of sketchy people that like to hang out around here. Usually they leave you alone as long as you don't seem to take an interest in what ever it is that they're doing. Unless your buying that is. I prefer to mind my own business anyway, but I always have a can of pepper spray and a nasty right hook just in case things go south.

As I walk I try not to think about my impending evection notice to no avail. I could probably get my landlord to give me a few extra days to come up with the rent. But that doesn't account for shit unless I can get a job in the next week. I've applied to everywhere with a help wanted sign in the front window, but I've heard from none of them. It was mostly shitty paying jobs anyway. If all else fails I guess I could try to get my family to help me out. Of course I'd have to beg at their feet, but I'd rather do that then be out on the street with no food.

All of a sudden I feel a drop of water hit my forehead and then another hit my bare arm. I look up at the sky and swear under my breath. Of course it's going to rain. I quickly turn around and start walking back towards my apartment as it steadily begins to rain harder. I move closer to the walls of the buildings I'm walking along side in hopes that they will somewhat help shield me from the onslaught of water. They don't and within minutes I'm practically soaked.

I curse out loud and start looking around for some sort of shelter I can use until the storm lightens up. I didn't bother putting on a jacket before leaving the apartment, and I sure as shit didn't want to add having a cold on top of job hunting. I'm pretty much jogging down the street looking for something to duck under. That's when I see it. A neon 'Open' sign hanging on the side of the building.

Without wasting to much time I make my way down the steps to the door. I pull on the handle and thankfully it opens. I close my eyes and let out a sigh of relief as I step into the dry building. The door closes behind me with a soft thud. I open my eyes and see that I've stumbled into a dive bar. There are a few pool tables, a dart board, some crappy music playing in the back ground, and an overall grungy atmosphere. Not the worst place I've ever seen.

That's when I notice the people hanging out at the bar, all of whom are now staring at me. A girl with light, purple tinted hair is behind the bar looking me up and down with a grimace on her face. I can't tell if she's pissed that I'm dripping all over the floor or if it's just because I'm in the bar itself. Sitting on a stool to the left is a guy with black hair and a dingy brown coat on. He looks at me for a few more seconds before turning back around. The only other person in the bar is some guy with a bald head and a red beard. Even sitting down he's taller than me. At least this guy's not giving me the stink eye.

I suddenly feel pretty uncomfortable, but I try to shake it off as I walk over to the bar. Sitting on the stool farthest away from the two guys, I bring my attention to the women tending the bar. She's wearing a brown halter top dress that ends inches above her knees. She also has a couple of brown bracelets on that complement her dress. But I'm more drawn to the tattoo that's across her chest. I can see half a butterfly poking out from under her dress followed by two streams of ink that flow across her chest and around her shoulder.

"Are you going to order somethin' or just sit there all night?" The women says with an irritated tone. I look back up at her face which is still glaring at me, and try to smile politely. I'm not exactly looking to piss someone off tonight, or to get into a bar fight.

"One red headed slut, and a sex on the beach please." I ask her in a cool tone. She quickly makes the drinks and sets them down in front of me. I pull some money out of my back pocket and put it on the bar in front of her. She glances me over once more before taking the money and moving farther away from where I'm sitting.

I quickly take the shot to steady myself. I set the shot glass back onto the bar and grab the other drink. Then I spin around and lean my back against the bar to avoid any more dirty looks the bartender might throw my way. I cross one leg over the other and take a sip of the cocktail. I may be stuck here waiting for the storm to let up for awhile, so I might as well try to have some fun.

*Bigby's POV*

It had been a long fucking day at the office. In the aftermath of the crooked man incident it seems that all of fable town was loosing it's mind. But I couldn't really blame anyone for going a little crazy. Once the whole story had come out everyone was shocked by it. Still didn't make the job any easier though. I was getting nonstop calls, and the line outside my office was almost never ending. Not to even mention the piles of paper work I still had to do about that case and all the smaller ones that it left in it's wake.

It was only until about an hour ago that Snow shooed away all of the people sitting outside. She came in looking as tired as I felt, but still smiling. I guess she was just happy to have that whole thing behind us. We exchanged a few words before she told me good night and left me to my paper work. Usually I don't mind the little paper work I get, but I've been getting triple that amount in the past couple of weeks. And after an hour or so of nonstop paper work my brain is just about fried. I can't stand to stare at this shit anymore. So I get up and walk out of the office door. I don't bother turning off the light.

I need a drink after today. I debate going back to my apartment, but decide against it. I need hard alcohol, which I'm out of at my place. So I make my way out of the building and flag down a taxi once I'm on the street. I slide into the back seat and the driver the address. I relax a little as we start heading in the direction of the Trip Trap bar. I focus on the wiper blades moving back and forth across the window in an attempt to clear the water that was pounding against the windshield. Before I know it the taxi pulls up in front of the bar.

I get out of the cab and hand some money to the driver. He pulls away from the curb as I make my way inside the bar. Holly looks towards me as I walk through the door before going back to wiping down the counter. Gren glares at me over his shoulder before tending to his drink once again. There's not much of a reaction from Woody besides a drunken look. That's when I notice a girl I've never seen before sitting at the far end of the bar.

The girl is wearing a dark purple tank top, a pair of blue jeans, and black heeled boots. She has black hair with a slightly red tint to it pulled back into a loose ponytail. A few strands of hair have fallen out and now frame her face. She has brilliant dark blue eyes which are now looking me up and down. I wonder who this girl is as I walk over to the bar. I pull up a seat in between her and Gren and wait patiently for Holly to come over.

"What do you want Bigby." Holly says with an aggravated tone. I let out a soft chuckle to myself.

"I'm not here to start anything Holly. I just want a drink or two. That okay?" I ask as she walks over.

"Fine. What do you want?" She asks.

"Anything hard." I say back. She rolls her eyes before grabbing a glass and filling it with bourbon. I take the drink and sip it slowly before giving her the money. Then I look to my left at the girl again. She's leaning back against the bar with a drink in her hand. She's sipping it nervously while looking deep in thought. Not wanting to disturb her I turn my attention back to Holly.

"Who's the girl?" I ask.

"She just came in and ordered a drink. Been sitting there for about twenty minutes now." Holly says as she shrugs the question off. Then she walks to the other end of the bar and starts talking to Woody about something or another.

I take another sip of my drink and then look back at the girl. I'm pretty sure if Holly knew more about her she wouldn't tell me. Holly just likes to be difficult that way. So I guess if I want to know more about her I'll have to talk to her. I pick the drink up off of the bar and move closer to the girl. She looks up at me as I sit down beside her but other wise she doesn't object. I casually take another drink before I turn to look at her again.

"So, what's your name?" I ask her.

"Um, it's Reika." She says. I smile at her and extend my hand towards her. She stares down at it for a second before she timidly extends her own hand.

"Bigby. Nice to meet you." I tell her. She pulls her hand away and takes another sip of her drink. After a few seconds go by and she doesn't respond I try starting a conversation again.

"So, what's you're story?" I ask, hoping that she'll open up a little.

"What do you mean?" She ask as she tilts her head to the side.

"How did you find out about this place?" I ask. It seems harmless enough. She sighs and turns back around to face the bar. She puts her now empty glass on the bar in front of her before she responds.

"I got caught in the rain and just jumped into the first open business I could." She explains. I nod as Holly comes up and asks if she wants another one. She nods politely and then pays for it. "Is it still raining out there?" She asks after Holly hands her the drink. I scratch my chin and nod.

"Yea. It's still pouring down pretty bad. Do you live around here?" I ask. She nods to my question.

"I live just a block down. Normally I would have just ran home, but I can't risk catching a cold right now." She says before taking a swig. I hear the door opening behind us, but I pay it no mind. It's probably just Jack coming in to stir some shit up. I'd stop him before anything went to far.

"Why not?" I ask her. But she doesn't respond. Instead she's speechlessly staring over her shoulder with a horrified expression on her face. I look over at the door and curse aloud. There standing in all of his four foot glory is a soaking wet Mr. Toad without a glamour.

A/N Bad Toad. Baaaad. lol
Anyway There's the first chapter. Sorry if it was kind of boring, but I promise the story will pick up soon. I hope you've enjoyed it, reviews are always welcome, and remember to always stay awesome!