"No," you repeated for what you are pretty sure was the fifth time.
"Oh come on _, please?" Jade asked again her puppy dog eyes taking up half her face.
"Jade, for the last time, we cannot keep it," you stated firmly.
"But look at him" she said holding up the white puppy she had carried into your apartment not moments ago, "he's so cute, and I promise that I will take care of him, you don't need to do a thing." You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.
"Jade we cannot afford a dog, I know that you are saying that you can pay for him yourself, but be reasonable, you just lost your job and I'm sorry if I sound mean but I don't want to have to pay for him." She looked at you again with those unnaturally large eyes of hers before letting out a sigh. She then turned her head down looking at the small dog in her arms.
"Yeah I get it, I'll bring him to the shelter then," she said, dejected. Turning towards the front door she reached for her keys. God she looked so sad and pitiful; it was making you feel horrible, you looked over at the clock on the wall above your couch, 10:45 p.m.
"Wait," you said slightly grimacing at the control a sad Jade had over you, "It's too late for you to be driving halfway across town, the little guy can stay here tonight and you can take him to the shelter tomorrow morning, okay." She turned back around to look at you.
"Really," She practically screamed engulfing you and a very surprised dog in a hug, "Thank you so much!" She released you from her hold before resituating the puppy back into its original position in her arms.
"You are very welcome," you replied slightly laughing at your roommate's eccentric behavior, "But I swear if I find any puke and or poop, you are cleaning it up and I'm not talking to you for a week."
"Yes ma'am," she said pulling up the puppy so that his eyes connected with hers, "Now I suppose that you are very hungry so let's go get you some food." She turned on her heel and walked into the kitchen, the dog expertly tucked under her arm. You watched her march through the kitchen door and you let out a long yawn.
"Hey," you yelled at the now closed kitchen door, "I'm going to sleep, make sure that dog doesn't start barking and wake me up." Jade's muffled voice replied back still holding that happy tone.
"Okay, night _!" You smiled and walked halfway down the hallway to your room before you remembered that tomorrow was Friday. "Shit" you swore silently in your head. Fridays meant Striders. The Striders are two boys that can also be known as the most annoying people on the planet. The older one may be polite but the younger kind of ruined the Strider name by always pissing you off. He always does the weirdest shit then claims it was all in the name of 'irony'. You're pretty sure that he has no idea what the definition of irony is because the crap that he pulls is usually borderline imbecilic. Being a bartender to a fairly popular night club really doesn't give you the time or patience for stuff like that. The two boys usually come to the club every Friday and stay until about an hour before closing. You've tried telling the bouncer to keep them out but apparently the older Strider is dating him. You dragged both of your hands down your face and groaned in frustration. This was great you absolutely loathed working on Fridays just because of this guy. You've tried to get your hours changed but your boss hates you for refusing to out with him. Jade always thinks that you're overreacting, but you think that if she had to work while some guy was trying to get your attention all night only to tell you the stupidest shit that even she would get a little irritated sometimes. Your other friends have claimed that he likes you, and really if he did it would not surprise you, although you would hope that most guys would get past elementary school behavior. Geez just thinking about this guy was giving you a headache, you pulled a hand through your (h/c) hair and walked into your bedroom. Well there was no use stressing about it tonight you need sleep, especially if you need to deal with that asshole tomorrow.
Bark, what the hell was that, bark, why are there noises, bark, where is it coming from. You pushed your head out from under your blankets and stayed there for at least a minute before you could get your thoughts together. God you hated mornings and having a barking dog in your house just made them that much worse. Using your legs you kicked the rest of your blankets off and walked down the hallway still stuck in that morning daze.
"Jade! What did I say about that dog barking?!" You yelled almost to the kitchen door. You pushed the door open and looked at her sitting on the floor in front of the dog that was now munching happily on something that looked suspiciously like your leftover ham.
"I'm sorry _ he just got so exited over all the food he was getting," she said with an apologetic smile.
"If you make me coffee then I shall forgive you," you replied with a yawn and took a seat at the table.
"I don't know how you can drink that stuff it tastes gross," she said getting up from her spot on the floor and walking over to the coffeepot.
"And I don't know how you can be up so early and still be in a good mood," you say laying your head on the table. She giggles and pulls out the coffee stuff.
"Well you see _ I was born with natural sweetness, you know the saying sugar and spice with everything nice," she said and stuck the filter into the machine. You groan in acknowledgement before the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. You're about to fall back asleep on the table when you hear the same irritating noise that woke you up from your first slumber.
"Why is that thing still making noise," You say begrudgingly your head still resting on the table.
"Come on _ it's just because he doesn't know better," she said placing a cup of coffee next to your head.
"You're taking him to the shelter this morning right?" You ask sitting up and reaching for the cup.
"Yes, I'm going to bring him to the shelter then go job hunting again," she says sitting across from you at the table.
"Okay, I've got the late shift tonight and I'm probably going to take a nap, so if you do come home try to be quiet," you say sipping from your cup of coffee.
Why is it that people need money to live, why can't we go back to trading like the settlers? Wouldn't that make things like twenty times easier, although you need to have something to trade and considering you had no talents you probably wouldn't last long. You took your phone from your pocket and checked the time, it was almost midnight and the two Striders where bound to show up any second.
"Hey bartender how about a few drinks," speak of the devil you thought turning around only to be face to face with a pair of dark aviators. You sneered at him and turned back towards the shelves of liquor.
"Of course, what'll it be," you replied sarcastically, already reaching for his usual order.
"Actually I'm celebrating today so I won't be having my usual," he said resting his elbows on the bar. You look at him over your shoulder.
"Is that so?" You say keeping your expression uninterested.
"Aren't you going to ask why I'm celebrating?" he says with a smirk.
"Personally I don't care," you say turning all the way around to face him again.
"Well you should care because I got a new job." Why in the world should I care about that?
"When is it you will be placing your order?" You say trying to change the subject, but he ignores you and continues.
"Yep it's a nice DJ gig at The Green Sun." You freeze and your entire mind goes blank. You really weren't sure what expression your face was showing but apparently he had gotten the reaction he was looking for because his smirk grew twice as big. There was no way this was happening you thought to yourself he must be kidding. You weren't sure how long you had been standing there but by the time you finally put your thoughts together he was gone. You ran your hands over your face the look of shock remaining.
"Hey Gamzee," you said turning towards your fellow bartender, "I'm gonna go on my break okay." He turns his attention from his conversation with the tan mohawked regular to look at you.
"Alright sis but be quick it's busy tonight." You simply nod before running off towards the bathroom. Quickly as possible you slip into a stall and slam your head into the door. Why is it all the bad things happen to me, you think glaring at The Green sun flyer taped to the inside of the stall. It's official, you have the worst job in the world.
"And that sums up the worst day of work ever," you say your face still securely hidden in your arms.
"Geez that sounds soooooooo horrible," a sarcastic voice says from across the table. You lift your head up and rest your chin on your crossed arms glaring at the overdramatic blonde.
"Vriska just shut up okay this guy has ruined Fridays for me, and considering the fact that I now have to work with him he'll probably ruin every other day for me as well," you say with an irritated tone.
"Now now _ this is no reason for hostility, I understand that you are frustrated but please be civil," a voice to your right says attempting to defuse the situation.
"Yeah _ be civil," Vriska says smirking in a way that reminds you of another more irritating blonde. You considered spiting a retort back at her but you where way to tired to be taking place in a yelling match right now. You sighed and turned your head to look at the person on your right.
"What should I do?" You ask Kanaya with a tired voice. She simply looks at you with pity before shrugging her shoulders.
"If you're going to complain so much then just quit!" You leaned forward in your seat to look at Karkat from the other side of Kanaya.
"It's not that easy, Jade just lost her job and if I don't work who will?" You say finally removing your head from the tabletop.
"Well, lookth like you're jutht going to have to deal with it," says the boy sitting across from Karkat. You look up at him before letting out another one of your infamous sighs.
"You're right Sol there is literally nothing I can do about it right now unless I want to go out with my boss." Everyone at the table gives shoots you a grimace mixed with pity.