It has been 6 months since she had graduated. Getting fed up with the constant nagging of her parents to move back to Connecticut, where her WASPY parents would ask their WASPY friends, to help find perfect piper a perfectly mundane job, Piper had taken it upon herself to get out there.
Living off her parents up until now had allowed them to have this unforgiving hold on her life; Carol's constant judgement and interfering had finally pushed Piper into taking control back over her life.
"Piper darling, oh I do wish you would move back home, The Casey's son Paul has graduated and got himself a very respectful job in that accounting firm in town, he's single you know?"
"Piper, how long do you think you and Polly can survive in that tiny apartment I've seen caged animals have more square footage".
With two rather large glasses of Pinot her and Polly had spent the evening trying to fudge a resume. How hard could it be to find a job in New York City, right? Some made up prior experience, some bullshit people skills and a glowing recommendation from her Manager 'Miss Polly Harper' later and they were not only both quite impressed with what they had accomplished but a bottle of wine later were both rather tipsy.
After her mothers last phone call, Piper had decided that any job would do as long as it allowed her to pay her half of her rent and enjoy her current lifestyle of partying maybe a little too hard, waking up next to men she very rarely remembered the name of in the morning and kept her extensive Marshalls shoe collection looking fresh she would be quite content. Besides, her and Polly were having a great time imagining Carol Chapman's reaction to finding out their Smith graduate gaughter could be working in a Wendy's, "Pol, do you think I could rock one of those black caps and a hair net?"
The wine was starting to take affect and Polly's ramblings about her latest disastrous date with Haiden, or was it Harry, no Henry.. definitely Henry had started, "I can't believe he didn't call back Piper, I mean honestly… what' wrong with me? I'm hot.. Did my ass not look incredible in those jeans? And I can hold a decent conversation about more than who appeared on MTV this week. I can't believe I shaved my legs for that asshole"
With her giant Cheshire cat grin over her wine, "You know the best way to get over someone, is to get under someone else right?" Piper said.
"Oh, come on Piper! Not all of us want a string of forever one night stands…I mean one time you may actually remember one of their names, that Samuel was it? Actually looked terrified when you kicked him out last weekend"
Samuel, or Mr Glam – as Piper had named him, was her latest conquest. Meeting him at the grand reveal of the new club 'Glam' which had opened two blocks down from their apartment, she had failed to remember his actual name until Polly's flying comment. Samuel, was tall, blonde and he that chiselled chin and broad shoulders look that most girls dreamed, he was a local entrepreneur. Carol would have lapped him up. Piper, a couple of Margarita's and tequila's into the evening had taken it upon herself to drag Samuel to her bed that night – only to be extremely disappointed and fell asleep feeling rather sexually frustrated (some guys just don't know a females anatomy) pretending to listen to Samuels latest explanation of how he was going to expand his.. Was it coffee franchise?
Awaking in the morning with a searing pain in her head, the last thing Piper wanted was Mr Glam thinking she was ready for round two of extremely boring and un stimulating sex. Taking a leaf out of her favourite TV- show Greys Piper jumped out of bed and used her well rehearsed quote which worked every time..
"Look I'm going to go next door to take a shower. Okay and when I get back here, you won't be here. So... um... goodbye... uh...
"Samuel"
"Right.." With that she had abruptly walked out of her bedroom into the bathroom ready to wash off the regret from the night before. The steam usually helped clear her muggy head after a night of one two many tequila's, however she was having no such luck today. Hearing the distant thud of the front door closing she let out a sigh of relief… at least that was one less thing she now had to deal with.. works every time.
"Oh come on Polly, that guy was definitely not future husband material" Piper sighed impatiently, "But there's plenty more fish in the sea, so how about we forget about Henry and Samuel, get our best cocktail dresses on and go out tomorrow night ay? After a day of handing out my CV's I could probably use a drink, and you know you've been wanting to wear your new black dress out all week.. what do you say?"
"Fine… you've twisted my arm - the world deserves to see me in that dress"