The sun was beaming straight into her eyes as she woke up and rolled over to check the time, 7:15 AM. As she rolled over she felt the sheet catch and stop moving with her, reminding her of the other body in her bed. She looked at him as she got out of bed, and relished in the strange feeling of waking up with someone next to you. From that distance, only a few of the cuts on his face were noticeable, but she could see that he definitely had some bad bruises on his knuckles from whatever fight he had got in that caused him to seek out her help in the ungodly hours of the night. She grabbed some clothes out of her dresser, to take a shower and get ready for work. If she was lucky, she thought she might even be get him out of her apartment in time to grab some food before she had to get to work at 9, but she doubted that that would happen.

She was so engrossed in the warm water and taking stock of the few bruises she seemed to have acquired herself last night, that she didn't notice him enter the room until his arms were wrapped around her waist and his chin was propped up on her head.

"Get out Isaiah, I have to get ready for work." She hit him with a loofah, which resulted in him hissing in pain and letting go of her waist.

"Shit Isaiah, I forgot about the cuts on your face."

"Nah, it's fine they don't hurt as bad this morning anyways."

"That probably has something to do with all of the drugs that you're on." She said as she turned to make sure she hadn't opened any of the cuts on his face.

"Yeah, those definitely help. Thanks again."

"That's my job Isaiah, you don't have to thank me. Especially since you're paying me for them."

"Yeah, paying…" He scratched his head for a second giving her a look that said she probably wasn't getting paid.

"You are paying, and you're also getting out of my shower so I can finish getting ready for work." She lightly poked at his chest to emphasis her point and then stepped back under the warm water as he got out. To no doubt take more drugs to dull what little sense he had woken up with that morning.

She worried about him sometimes. They had become friends over the last year that he had moved up to London with his job that she knew was no doubt just as illegal as her side job. They saw each other at least once or twice a month at parties or clubs and so they just floated together, they both knew it would never be more than a friendship that occasionally led to sex (usually after copious amounts of alcohol), but they were both happy. She had even met one of his friends that he worked with, named Finn, and now she sold them both drugs, although usually just through Isaiah unless they were all at the same party. Isaiah was nice and they were fun to be around. But right now, she needed to be focusing on her day job at her friend Rosalyn's dress shop, The Rose Boutique, which she was gradually losing time to eat before.

As Alex reentered her bedroom she saw Isaiah once more passed out in her bed, so she grabbed his shirt off the floor and flung it at his head as hard as she could (which ended up being a bit more than enough). He bolted up with a frightened yet groggy look on his face, "The Fuck Alex!?"

She stopped at the end of the bed. "You need to get dressed, I have to leave soon, meaning you have to leave soon too."

"You're no fun," he said rubbing his hands over his face. "Why can't you just come back to bed?"

She walked to her closet as she responded, "I have to go to work, so I can make money Isaiah. Which I'm pretty sure you should be doing as well." She grabbed a light sweater and skirt from the closet and turned back to him, only to notice he had left the room. She could hear him on the phone in the other room, but decided it was smarter to get ready for work than to be nosy.

After arranging her hair in a presentable fashion and doing the bare minimum she could on makeup, she gathered her things and shuffled Isaiah out of the apartment and finally headed to work. She checked her watch 8:45, she was probably going to be late to work.

"Do You Not Understand How Important This Presentation Is For This Shop! This is our first order for a wedding dress and I'm going out on a limb and letting you design it, but you can't even show up on time. How am I supposed to trust you with this project…" This was by far the most dejected Rosalyn had ever been with her, and Alex was not enjoying it one bit.

"I know Rose and I'm sorry that I'm late, but I promise by the end of this I will have this in the bag." Alex had been in the small shop for all of five seconds before Rose had begun expressing how disappointed she was.

"You had better get this order, cause I don't know what we're going to do without it. We need something big to drum up business." Rosalyn was pacing back and forth biting on her nails as she went. She was short, although still taller than Alex, and plump with long brown hair that was messily braided down her back.

"This will do it I promise you. I'm going to head upstairs now to finish getting everything for Miss. Wolfe." Alex started to walk up the stairs to the sewing room and fashion library on the second floor of the building.

"It won't just be her today, the fiancé a Mr. Solomons is going to be with her as well."

She faced Rosalyn and said, "Okay, I didn't expect that, but it won't be a problem. I will get us this deal." Turing around, she just hoped she would get the deal without Mr. Solomon's remembering her from her cousin's office. She tried to not be seen with them, but they were family so she had to show up at her other office sometimes, mostly just to drop of money though. The little she knew from her cousins about him was that he hated Russian gangs for the shit one had put his family through when he was young, and her family was no different from them to him. Either way, she was going to design the dress and she would bring in business for the shop.