Hey everyone!I have been thinking about uploading a story on here for a long time. I hope you like it, and tell me what you think about it! I own none of those characters! Enjoy!

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The sound of her boots scratching the road was her main focal point. People were surrounding her, coming out from every alley, every corner. It was the truth, this city never slept. Her eyes hooded, tired and red rimmed were shielded by her bangs. The legs she had been blessed with, long and strong were fast to make her stand outside of her favorite bar, nearing her salvation, alcohol.

"Alex" the crazy-haired bartender exclaimed, dropping the wash cloth she had been holding once she saw her friend enter. Excusing her self from her boss, very kindly of course, because getting cut off from her parents from drug use was not the best thing, and it meant she needed the job. She grabbed a beer and made her way towards the dimply lit bar booth the dark haired girl had plummeted down on.

"Alex, what happened? You haven't been in here in two weeks. Are you okay?" She asked, nervously moving her feet across the floor nearing the booth. " Did you get fired from work?" Sensing no response, she lowered her voice and crutched to the girls eye level "Dude, seriously what the fuck is going on. You haven't returned any of my calls. I even left you voicemails and you know I never care enough to do so,and "

Nothing could make its way into Alex's head,the words her friend was saying were all whirling around forming non coherent sentences. She was staring at the clock on top of the booth.

"Did you break up with Sylvie?"

The clock stroke 12.

"Did someone hurt you?"

A man stood proud and fist pumped into the air because the runner made it to home base. Her own lungs were collapsing on her from the pain and agony she was experiencing after getting over the initial shock.

"Alex, talk to me!" the short girl screamed and slammed her fist on the table, the action echoing across the bar and attracting the attention of several customers.

Her eyes lowered and stared at the dark wooden floor, dirty and old.

"My mother died Nicky"

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When the blonde young adult graduated from high school the expectations of the life after college were high. She imagined herself as a teacher, a good one, smart and professional in her work place; she always said that she saw herself in ten years earning a wage that provided her with the luxury she experienced growing up at home and maybe even a stable relationship. She had daydreamed through her life, planning a perfect wedding full of white roses and pink table cloths, her blonde hair sprawled out in curls on top of her beautiful and barbie-like puffy dress.

"Fuck," she cussed to herself, trying to be as fast to grab a tablecloth to soak up the sipping liquid being absorbed into her already half see through white shirt.

"Fucking shit". The black lace bra could be seen clearly especially under the lights of the bar;

"Hey cutie, when do you get off" -hiccup- "work?". The signs of annoyance could be clearly seen on her face as the drunk man tried to hit on her, even though he knew there would be no chance that she would be going home with him tonight.

"Hey come on, don't walk away," he croaked.

Those expectations were the reason the day had been horrible. Scrapping tables coated by sticky beer, messing up the drinks, putting gin instead of vodka into a martini of a spoiled and bratty blonde at the bar who proceeded to call her 'useless' and remembering that she would be the one closing the store at the time the last customer would decide to leave, would classify it as a horrible day.

She was most definitely not enjoying herself. And at the given moment her fellow bartender and hopefully new friend, seeing as Piper had just began working at Train Spotting two days ago, had abandoned her. The blonde and terrified girl, continued mixing drinks distracted while trying to find the easily distinguishable red mane in the crowd of the popular bar. After having given up every hope of a rescue she cursed under her breath and moved onto the next costumer. The clock had only stuck 12 and tiredness was already washing over her.

The loud bang from a booth towards the end of the building echoed and grabbed her attention.

"Alex,talk to me!" were the words that spiked her line of sight to Nicky and a figure she couldn't quite distinguish in the dark. "Well, at least I know she is here.." she thought to herself and looked over to the guy in an ugly green sweater that was sweetly smiling to her direction " What could I get you?" she said and faked a smile. "A beer and maybe your phone number?"

Maybe the night could get a bit better. "Coming right up!" her perky voice proclaimed, moving towards the fridge.

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The night was slowly coming to an end. The costumers who had slowly began decreasing were making their way to the exit, and the blonde could not have been more elated. The shift which had lasted a little over 7 hours, had taken a toll on her and the cramped feet trapped in the black heels she now had began to regret wearing, were begging for a warm bath.

"Listen blondie, I need your help," Nicky mutter as she ushered herself through the entrance to the bar, coming to a distance which would be classified as too close for comfort, and jumping onto the stool situated on the farthest part of the bar.

"My friend," she pointed "over there, has no place to stay tonight. She lives too far away to get home at this hour." Giving Piper time to look over to the booth she continued. "I have to get to Lorna tonight. We are leaving for our two day vacation tomorrow and I, well, no matter how horrible I feel for saying this, can't be the host for my friend. I need you to take her in for the night," she muttered,ashamed " you live real close don't you? I will forever owe you one" she exclaimed as she hoped off the stool and crouched to gather her belongings from the compartment underneath the bar. Piper looked dumbfounded. Was she trusting Nicky? Not exactly. The impression she had been give off the girl, was one of a flirt and sweet talker. "But this has nothing to do with her friend, right?" she thought to herself. After a torturous minute of Nicky using her puppy eyes on Piper, she finally caved in.

"Okay I will do it" she huffed. "But you do owe me one". She was pretty sure that not using this to her advantage soon would be foolish,she pondered, and bent down to pick up her stuff. Nicky squealed and made her way to the booth in front of a following Piper.

The noise seemed to not distraught the jet haired woman sitting on the couch who was currently staring into the distance.

"Okay Alex. Here is Piper," she said while tugging the blondes arm who stumbled and almost fell over, finally attracting the older woman attention who looked up at her. " You will be staying with her tonight. Piper this is Alex. Alex this is Piper," she said as the two stared at each other "Have fun, I really have to run. I will make it up to you both one day, I promise" she stilled for a moment and gave a pet on the back to Alex. Then as if on queue she dashed off into the darkness of the road.

Pipers line of sight was the ground, and she uncomfortably searched for a formation of words in her head. Before she made a fool of herself, the woman exclaimed looking up.

"Hey kid. So I guess you are stuck with me for the night huh?"