Chapter one

No fandom yet! wait cuz this is a prologue about me, fandom starts next chapter stupid readers!

Opal: Opal says, i didn't help write this one, i'm taking the prologue and posting it with MY bar stories on as springshoot...when i get around to it.

"Hey Bartender, can you get me another?"

"Isn't this your fifth one? I think you should stop."

"I'll stop when I feel better."

"Your one of those sad drunks, aren't you?"

"No, I'm one of those happy drunks"

More like one of those depressed Fan Fic author drunks, I thought. the bar I usually went to had been closed down and now I had to go to this one. The old one was specifically for authors so you didn't have to worry about running into pissed off supper villains or OCs, but hey, when you need a drink, you need a drink.

"Besides, I'm not drunk."

"You can really hold it, um, what is your name? I never got it."

"Draye, it comes with the vampirism."

"You're a new OC then?"

"No, I'm an author."

"Oh, we don't get many of your type. What are some of your works?"

"One soul, Fairy rider, the Half blood witch, MASH Iraq, and where's my beer?"

"Where's my beer, never heard of it."

"No. Can you get me my beer?"

"Sorry no can do."

I stood up and leaned over the bar. I stared into the eyes of that heartless devil of a bartender.

"Why fucking not!"

"You're 14 right?"

"Where did you hear that crap?"

"It says so on your profile, see."

She turned a computer around and there on the screen was my undoing. Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't get any beer, all because I was stupid enough to put my age on my profile. I would have broken down if not for my friend, the thought light bulb.

"May I please see the computer?" I asked the bartender as sweetly as I could.

"Sure thing."

With my amazingly slow typing skills I attacked the computer and changed what I rightfully could. Smiling all the more as I thought of what drunken pleasures awaited me!

"NO it says I'm 21."

"Let me see, well it does! I'll go get you that beer."

After that I had three more and went home. My favorite cured wereling; tom gave me a lift home. Kate wasn't too happy, said I had disturbed there plans for the night. Go tom, finally got her under the covers huh? At home Tippy started to rant that I was irresponsible.

"Like I give a fork."

"Stop it or I will use it."

"You wouldn't dare "

"Oh yes I would."

"Oh no you wouldn't."

"Watch me."

"Pish."

"Fine then, FAYE!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The sound of my middle name was like when you take a fork and use it to stir stuff in a metal bowl. Metal scratching metal is way worse than nail scratching chalkboard. I ran up the stares to try to escape the word.

"FAYE, FAYE, FAYE!"

That night I fell asleep on the stair case because I hit my head a little to hard when I tripped.

The end (of this chapter)

Next time: Bar fights with full metal

Don't worry it will be longer than this chap.