Beautiful Nightmare
Summary: Olivia is thrown into the crevices of hell. Can she find her way out and will she return alone?
Olivia is walking to her favorite bar- which happens to be two blocks away from her house. The evening is brisk, so she has on a light jacket, to go with her jeans, chestnut colored boots, and cream blouse. To the ignorant eye, one would suspect that she is rather-joyous. The light pep in her step and grin is a tale-tell sign of happiness.
But Olivia knows better.
The past week has been a living hell for her. She has had to deal with an overload of cases at work, her partner and his anger issues, boyfriend troubles, her captain up her ass, the feds in her business, and chauvinistic assholes everywhere. She is on the brink of a serious mental breakdown. That is why she asked for the next couple of days off, to relax and recuperate, to regenerate and stimulate- to just be happy god dammit.
She walks into the familiar scene of the bar- Jay Block Six. The odd name of the bar is why it peaked her interest. There is always a variety of people in there. Starting from gay to straight, black, white, Asian, young, old, weird, cool, popular, humble, and her… She didn't come here tonight looking for her original one-night-stand. She came to stand on her own for one night.
Her and the bartender there are on first name bases now.
"Hey Jasabelle could you give me something strong?" She smiled and asked the woman with long thick curly hair, and who was only a few shades darker than her.
"Ok, sure, do you want a 'forget about the day strong' or a 'I want to go into a coma when I sleep' strong?"
"I think I want something different."
"Oh" She said raising an eyebrow. "You want a 'soothe my nerves and relax strong'" Jas asked with a smile.
"You hit it right on the money."
"I know the perfect one, it's a martini!"
Olivia smiled at the young woman. Jasabelle was the daughter of the bar owner. The bar was named after her. Jas's mother was killed when she was six- she witnesses it. She never received professional help to help her grieve properly so now she recessed all of her childhood memories and can't remember them- hence Jay Block Six. She hated not remembering her mother. It made her feel guilty. Her father tried to help her but it was no use. Until he offered a new way to make memories. He opened the bar and added elements of his deceased wife into it; including her favorite colors in the designs, and discretely hidden butterflies symbolizing her new beginning. Jas returned to Olivia with a blue looking martini.
"Here you go Liv, I'm glad you are trying to relax."
"Thanks."
She turned on the barstool to watch the game. Though, she really wasn't a football fan. She didn't see her current boyfriend, Adam, walk through the door. He walked up to her; they made eye contact but didn't speak. She was still pretty pissed about the argument the two of them had yesterday, but she didn't want to dismiss him yet.
"I know you probably don't want to see me right now. But I needed to apologize. I didn't mean a word I said yesterday- except when I said I love you. I was an asshole for bringing up the past. I just wanted you to know that if you wanted to end it you could. I don't want you to feel obligated to me. I just really didn't want to end on a bad note." He finished. He sat and waited patiently watching her process of what he told her.
"I accept your apology Adam. But really you shouldn't be the one apologizing. I was the one who brought that whole thing up. I took a couple days off at work so if you want to come over you can." She said with a small smile. His eyes gleamed at her invitation. "Are you sure?" "Yeah" she grinned. "So do you want to leave now?" He asked her while grabbing her hand and rubbing it soothingly. "We can." Adam leaned over and gave her lips a chaste kiss. "I hope you know that I missed you." He kissed her again, but with more passion. "We should probably go, people are staring." She said after breaking the kiss. "Uh, yeah." He said while trying to compose himself. "Let's go home." Olivia stood and dropped a twenty by her drink knowing that her drink was at tops ten dollars. They both went home to cuddle.
I know this is short but I needed a starting point before I do the second chapter because without this that chapter wouldn't make sense, but please take the time to review.
