A/N: been a while! Sorry for lack of posting. This story happens prior to the events of LiS. Have fun reading, and reviews are appreciated!

I hate this fucking nightclub.

Arcadia Bay's not enough full of shit, it actually needed an adult version of the Vortex club.

But this place looks nothing like a nightclub. It's a creepy bar. A very creepy bar. No one in their right mind would come here for a fun night. But I'm not in my right mind, and I ain't for sure coming here for fun times. This place sucks so much ass it even smells more than a Prescott dick. And apparently the whole town has to deep throat at least one of those so-called dick.

So yeah, I hate this place, I hate this stupid bar-wannabe-nightclub, and I'm here because fuck my life. I need money. And the elites do like this ass-smelling bar.

You see where I'm going with this? No? Ok. Long story short, I owe someone. Big money, and I'm unemployed. So yeah, I'm here to find some greens to steal. Rich-ass fuckwipes don't need that money they keep flashing at everyone's face so tonight, I'm on the hunt. Gotta find myself one naive, stupid guy.

And clearly I'm not lucky. No one here is dumb enough for my needs. Besides, I'm broke,but rich enough for the place's cheapest beer.

-I need some booze.

I say to the bartender. I've been here before with some friends, and the owner knows a lot more about his empty pocket than what kind of clients this place has. So he doesn't give a damn about my age. He never did. Neither did the bartender and the doorman.

-Here's your beer. 5$ please.

I give the guy all the money I had left in my ripped jeans, which is around 5$ and some 40-ish cents.

There, you have it. Now I'm completely out of cash. And still looking for a pile of greens to dig in from someone's pocket.

After some times and a few shitty songs, I finally spot the jackass. Some kid in the background flashes the light in the tunnel. Time to be a bad kid! As I'm aproaching the target, I notice familiar faces around him. Blackwell scum. I mean, eh, Blackwell ELITE scums.

FUCK!

He spotted me. Plan B, quick! Come on!

Right! Table in front of me. No one's here, so I sit and look around, like nothing ever happened. Sure enough, the dumbass comes to my seat. Fuck my life anyways.

-Yo ladyyyy! You kinda look lonely here. Why don't you join up with us and I'll get you some good fucking medications!

By medications, he means drugs. He means smokes and joints. I could use any of these right about now. But no.

-Nah. I'm here for a booze and that's it.

He seems upset, but he's not gonna shove it to my face. At least I don't think so. Instead, he points at the bartender and says :

-Y'know, that guy's a good friend of mine. And with my ''friendship'', I could get you some of the best damn drinks this ugly place has to offer. C'mon! Can't say no to a good booze!

I turn my head over to see what the bartender is doing.

-Not interested.

I say, drinking a sip of my own paid-for cheap-ass beer.

-Alright then. See ya later!

Yes, asshole. See ya later. I finish up the drink, and feeling a bit wasted, I prepare to leave to the restroom. But as soon as I get up, I feel a lot more dizzy. I hold on to the table, and sure enough, try to walk it off like a boss. Fuck. I feel so shitty, I can't see a damn thing. Where are the restrooms here?

-You ok?

Same guy. I can hear him getting closer to me, so I try to go faster, but my legs won't answer.

-I'm fine. Leave me the fuck alone

I say, not so badass anymore. There's the bathroom. I open the door…

And my face meets the floor…