[ Hello so I posted this Fic ages ago under a different name and it was slightly different but i've made some changes so hopefully it is better]
She got out of the car being careful not to dirty or pull a thread on her new suit suddenly something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention it was a white van she strolled over to the van and knocked on the window
'What time do you call this then?' suddenly her classy façade seemed to fall away with her every word.
'I hire you to work not sit around on your arse. If I was paying you to get fat I would have got my money's worth by now.'
The men quickly shot out the van and walked towards the club thinking they wouldn't get a cuppa on this job. 'Oh by the way, gut the whole place' the woman ordered a smug smile appearing across her face. 'Goodbye R&R' she muttered to herself.
Ruckus could be heard coming from the tube station; suddenly a blurred figure darted out people dodged out of the way as the mystery figure skated past acrobatically jumping over stalls and nearly knocking over Dot.
Over at the Vic the classy woman's heels could be heard rhythmically pounding on the Vic's wooden floor as she stood there tapping her feet impatiently. She looked down from her watch to the bar. Over at the bar she saw a small old lady jumping up at the beer taps trying to pull a pint, 'Aunty Peg, just use the stool we got you' replied a young woman with the latest bush beaten hair.
The classy woman looked at the time on her phone "where are you" she said with the sound of distress in her voice. Hmmm, she took a big breath in I cant wait for you any longer she thought. She strode over to the bar confidence just oozing out of her, something you wouldn't have thought she had a second ago when she was waiting nervously biting her nails.
When the woman got to the bar she saw who she wanted straight away, she walked round.
"You Veronica Mitchell" she said.
"Why who's asking" Ronnie replied
"Me that's who" the woman replied in a sarcastic tone
"And who might you be because you sure aren't Santa clause and I don't think I ordered a cheap strip-o-gram" Ronnie answered getting more and more agitated
"Ha-ha" the woman laughed sarcastically "well you could call me Santa if ya wanted to, because I have brought the gift of a eviction notice. Surprise! it really is true giving is better than receiving" a smug smile appearing on the woman's face
"WOT" Ronnie screeched
"It's for your club or should I say MY club, it basically tells you to remove ya crap and I would appreciated it if you could do that kinda sharpest"
"Who the hell do you think you are coming in here and" just as Ronnie was about to finish Roxy came over after hearing the shouting.
"What's going on hear, Ron you can hear the shouting from all the way up stairs"
"This, this, girl! has just handed me this, she thinks she owns the club that cant be possible" Ronnie was so angry she had actually turned a bit red.
" Not girl Callie" the woman said
"WOT"! Ronnie screamed.
"That's my name Callie not girl sorry, just clearing things up for you". The woman answered getting incredibly more smug.
"You shut it! That can't be possible" Roxy exclaimed turning to Ronnie "you and Jack own it, who the hell is this anyway who does she think she is"
"Callie that's who oh my god I knew they said blondes were thick but oooh my god" My….names Callie…do…..you ….understand. Callie said this knowing she was winding the sisters up but it just came so easily.
BANG
all their attentions' turned to the door as it flew open, and the mysterious skating figure burst, in nearly knocking a few tables over!
"Where the hell have you been"! Callie shouted