Okay I decided the story was too long and I should split it into two or more. This is basically the same thing but it's counted as a sequel. Onward with the story! April is getting a real job, as in show up on time, do real work and don't drink kind of job. A show doesn't count when I say job.
I DON'T OWN PUSHING DAISIES OR APRIL OR THE BOHEMIANS!!! If I did PD would still be on air, April would have more story and Collins would win the lottery… HEY! New idea coming!

After four months of hardship I go to a last resort.

Olive. The Pie Hole. Asking for free pie.

I hate begging.

I walk through the door. Inside I see Ned in the kitchen with Cookie and Olive is on a stool at the counter. I feel like I'm watching Mark's video! I know Olive got pregnant again and it's been four months (I was the first to know) but really, this was me at two. I guess twins do make a difference. There's another guy too. He's a big black guy reading a newspaper in a booth.

"Oh great. She's got a double," he groans looking up.

I ignore this.

"Olive, if I asked you for a pie… would I have to pay?" I ask.

"No, April. You would never have to pay," she replies.

Oh THANK GOODNESS!!!

"Thank you Olive! I'm still broke and I can't go back to the Club."

"Perfect. Itty Bitty two is a poor hooker," black guy complains.

"Shut up," I retort.

Great. One of those money loving Scrooges who hate me.

"Don't worry April. Come anytime of you need anything. Here, take this."

My double hands me a pile of money. I look down and count.

Oh my God, it's a HUNDRED DOLLARS!!!

I'm about to scream. Good thing I don't. I look at Olive with wide, stunned eyes.

"Wow. And to think you used to hate me for being a pregnant teenager that called your daughter Cookie," I remark.

"Did she just say 'pregnant teenager'???" the Guy asks, looking suspicious.

Seriously, WHO IS THIS GUY???

"I'm your friend now, April. Come back anytime, I love seeing you," Olive tells me warmly.

"Awww, thanks sweetie. I like seeing you too," I say.

Guy glares daggers at me. I stick out my tongue at him.

"Hey, I need a job and help to sober up, I was fired from a show. I can't do a split either, WAY too out of practice," I laugh, "So can I get a job here?"

I can't believe I'm actually doing this. I'm actually asking my exact double to help me.

"Oh April of course you can. I mean come on, Carrie loves to see you everyday. Ned wouldn't mind I think… well that doesn't matter I can hire you if I want."

Olive grins at me.

"I have to warn you, you REALLY gotta help me sober up," I say giving her a knowing look, "Ned helped you stop cutting, I need to stop drinking. It's ruining me. Wicked fired me… AGAIN!"

"Oh dear," Olive says, "It's going to be okay I'm going to get you all sobered up in no time. First you have to give me all of the drinks you have with you right now."

"Yeah, about that… heh heh," I smile sheepishly and hand Olive a bottle of wine and pull another from an unseen bag next to me.

"Apprrriillll…" Olive gives me the death glare, "…is that ALL???"

She eyes me with my green-gray eyes. I flush and pull out another four wines from a hidden spot nobody can see.

This feels so weird. I'm obeying my pregnant look alike.

"That is it! I swear!" I hold up my right hand.

"Okay good, April, that was the first step. Now all day you have to wash dishes. It isn't that hard, and try your best to think about the good things that will happen to you if you get sober."

"Well I bet I could hold a part. I learned every Glinda line and move then they fire me the day of my first show for being drunk. The standby got it… AGAIN! These people really like the standby. Her name's… Kristin?"

Now what was her name??? I've never actually seen Kristin but I've heard she's good… and she looks like me. Weird.

"April you are thinking about the negative! Think positive!"

"Oh, right! I wouldn't have to work at a club," I say, trying again.

"Oh great. She's not a hooker… she's a STRIPPER!!!" Booth Guy shouts.

"Shut your gravy hole!" I retort, "I am a DANCER if you please!"

"Emerson shut your pie hole!" Olive shouts.

Ned walks into the room.

"Whoa! Whats going on!" he asks, looking at the wine. "Olive???"

Right.

"Olive has been kind enough to give me a job," I state, "If you'll excuse me, she's trying to help me sober up," I point at the discarded wine. It's all in a heap, six bottles if it.

Hehe, yeah.

"Right, Ned," Olive smiles at him, "April is welcome here as long as she wants."

"Ummm… yes" Ned says uncertainly.

"Oh great there IS going to be two of them!" the Guy moans.

What is WITH his dude???

I glare and turn to him.

"YOU! (I point at him) Just… shoo! Who are you anyway?"

"Oh April, he's Emerson, Mr. Grumpy Gills, don't mind him," Olive says.

"So… why are you here?" Emerson asks, "I thought hookers get paid well."

Okay, now I'm getting annoyed.

"If you must know, I was fired from DANCING when I got pregnant with twins which now starve as we speak."

I'm lying. Maureen and Joanne are there. I'm a little afraid for the twins. Joanne has money to help pay for them but it's safer with Mark. He doesn't have some person with him when watching them. I'd rather not leave their lives rated R like the life I lead. Collins is okay too but he's gone again. Mimi is usually out and Roger is often with Mimi.

"Emerson! Stop giving her a hard time!" Olive scolds.

"Ummm… I'm going to check on pies and Carrie," Ned says, edging out of the room.