A/N I know I have been on a hiatus for a while, and some of you expect a story, or whoever is reading. I apologize for being gone so long, I just had a huge interview for a job recently, and the computer has had its troubles here and there. However, I don't have an excuse otherwise, but I will try and be consistent this week, so as a small treat here is a finished story that went unannounced that some people might like. Simply an adventure, romance, type story starring an OC, Pierce, The boss, and others. The female boss i am using is an actual creation I made in Saints Row IV, I wish I could show you roughly what she looks like, but hopefully my description isn't too vague. I had the idea while playing and wondering what could have happened in between games, and if she actually loved somebody. Also the voice for her is SRIV female boss 2 (French) So as always stay sweet readers! I'll try uploading on a consistent basis especially this week!

Chapter 1: First encounter

Something felt different about this day compared to any other day. It wasn't just because it was my 21st birthday, or the fact I didn't have anybody to celebrate it with save for my distant friend Pierce who has been busy running different things here and there. It was odd how secretive he was about his work, because the last time I checked he was making plenty of money, and not doing anything discreetly. Pierce rarely rolled through town, and yet being able to see my old friend was a blessing in disguise.

I had waited to have a party as big as I had ever dreamed of having, which me being a guy usually consists of drinking, gambling, and a trip to Vegas. However, I counted down the days despite the fact Pierce was the only person that would celebrate with me, it wasn't depressing, but he said he had something big planned, and he better be telling the truth. Pierce is older than you may think, but he had been a friend of our family, and he won't tell you his real age if you ask him. I am pretty sure judging by the fact he was a "family friend" and older than me that he was well into his late thirties or early forties, but I'd rather not say anything.

He acts pretty young for his age, and if my age accuracy is correct than he ages pretty well. He looked kind of junky when he left to go to a place called Stillwater, and last time I heard from him he said he was going to Steelport to help a few friends of his. Why he was so secretive, I have no idea, but then again being stuck in a small town with nowhere to go in life, I would probably distance myself as well. Despite all of the setbacks of his busy lifestyle, and my distaste of moving prematurely we were finally going to hang out again as two good friends. I was already up and showering by the time my alarm clock started singing its lovely monotone sounds, and luckily the sound of my shower blocked it out.

Of course my horrific singing was also probably terrifying to the clock, and somehow the clock just shut off by itself. I stepped out of the shower and looked at my broad figure inthe mirror to comb back my slick raven hair. I smoothened the hair to a decent look, but I never used hair products save for a bit of gel every now and then. I usually liked my au natural look that had my hair messy and looking like I just got back from war. My hair was smooth, and cutting it was out of the question. My rough stubble I didn't mind having on me, but I knew to make somewhat of an impression on the rich and spoiled Pierce, and of course possible women he would bring along, then I had to change my gruff look to a casual look.

My wardrobe was also under the radar type clothing, not high profile Abercrombie, or even American eagle. It was more the generic brands, ones you would find in the department store that you dreaded going to as a child but now love because of how inexpensive it is; yeah those ones. I picked out the flashiest looking design, which compared to how I heard Pierce explain his wardrobe, would at least get me a quick glance. I didn't care too much about whatever women he brought, I knew what kinds he went for, and what they are after. They know he has money and I don't, but I doubt Pierce notices. I decided against going flashy and just go with a slightly more casual teenager look I always liked wearing. Jeans with holes in places that weren't part of the design, black shirt with an odd surrealistic look, and my decent pair of shoes, and I also wore my necklace from Hawaii, and my designed for family necklace.

I threw on my watch and class ring as well just to show I wasn't completely under the radar. I will admit I like the ladies, but Pierce always brought "the best" ofthem all. Which from my experiences were primarily prostitutes. How he was a friend of the family in the first place I will never know, but there are plenty of people who can hide themselves well, and Pierce knew how to do that. I was ready for a night out and to meet him at the location he told me to. I decided to walk there since it was the old park that people loved to jog around, but why Pierce wants me there I have no idea. Sure we had fun times singing old tunes from the 90's, or even stuff that had him sing like a girl. Fun times we had, but I wasn't sure how much he has changed. Been years since I have actually seen him in person, video chat was on rare occasions, but I did have my life to lead. Today was the day that my old friend, singing partner, and now 24/7 worker; Pierce Washington, was coming to visit our old town. That was before I got a call from him of course…

"Hey, Ryker…" Pierce drawled my name. He didn't sound depressed, but more agitated and a hint of possible drunkenness? "Pierce! Where are you I'm waiting in the park for you?" I asked him. He let out a heavy sigh, which is universally known as a bad sign. "Boss asked me to do something around here. I'm sorry man I asked to take leave, but the boss wants me keeping an eye on things around here." He said while stumbling with certain words and putting angry emphasis on the word "Boss". I had no idea his boss was so uptight about him. Last I checked his work ethic was stealing someone else's idea.

"Why can't you just quit Pierce? If your boss is treating you like this, and you're tired all the time why can't you quit?" I asked genuinely. "Because I have the time to unwind while they are gone." He said while chuckling. "You're drunk aren't you?" I asked over the phone. "Obvious isn't it? Well, it comes with the job sometimes." He explained as I started aimlessly walking around the park where a small amount of joggers were. "You have a job that lets you get drunk? I had no idea you could work in an alcohol factory and be drunk on the job. Especially making so much money."I said.

"Factory? Psh… My work is partying man." He said slurring his words. "Party workplace huh? Sign me up!" I yelled. "Naw, this work isn't too good for you. I mean you can probably like our page on the Internet, or join the groups, but to work here is dedication man!" He explained so out of his own body it was hard to comprehend what he was on about. "What do you mean? People know you?" I asked. Before I could get an answer I accidentally bumped into somebody as we both fell to the ground. The phone went flying across the pavement, and it was odd howmuch force it seemed was put into our collision. I got up from where I was and realized it was a woman that I fell over with. "Sorry miss. Are you okay?" I asked offering a hand to whoever this person was.

She turned to look at me and while her face was somewhat friendly, I couldn't help but notice her green eyes piercing into my soul with a stare of daggers. She also had shoulder length raven hair, sweet face, and somewhat tanned skin. Her eyebrows were a high curve, similar to a pencil style, but more natural. Her lips had a soft pink hue, and her body was of a beautifully average type. She seemed angry at first, but decided to take my hand and help herself up. She resumed what I thought was a smile as she brushed her raven hair back.

"Are you okay?" I asked again. "Come on I have taken much worse than this." She said in a cute French accent. I took a moment to study her, and she was wearing a hooded jacket that held above her midriff revealing her flat stomach, and also opened at the chest. She also appeared to have yoga pants, and casual running shoes on. I then noticed she had a little charm necklace of a design not too familiar to me. I examined her features and took it in that she was officially the most beautiful creation I have ever seen. "I'm sorry about bumping into you. I was on the phone with an old friend and I kind of missed you." I explained. "Missed me? Do I know you?" She asked seeming a little confused.

Damn I forgot our way of saying stuff is probably different from what she learned. "No, what I meant was that I didn't see you coming. In fact you seemed to appear out of nowhere. How long have you been here?" I asked. "I don't have time for this. I apologize." She said as she reorganized herself. I then noticed she actually picked up a small handgun and reluctantly tucked it away. She must have felt threatened, but seeing I was unarmed I highly doubt she would kill me and try claiming self-defense. "You've got a gun?" I asked nervously more than stated.

She raised her curvaceous eyebrows and looked at me as if I said something worthy of treason. "Of course I have a gun. Do you know how dangerous it is for me to be alone? Plenty of people want my head." She explained. "Well I could help you." I said. "That's sweet, but I can take care of me just fine." She explained.

"Please I insist. I know this place like the back of my hand. You might get lost at some point and I won't be able to deal with the fact I let a woman like you get killed." I said and I soon realized that might have not been the best wordplay. "What the fuck did you say?" She asked angrily. Great the only woman I actually manage to strike a conversation with is an angry French girl. "No, what I meant was you are really beautiful, and seeing anybody get killed for no reason is not good to me. I just don't want to see you hurt. That's all." I said trying to reason with her. Sure I had a toned figure, but she had a gun, and my morals usually get in the way of my ego. I don't want to hit her, but I don't want to get killed either. I am at a stalemate if she doesn't accept my invitation for sticking by me. She then started to laugh and cover her face with her hand.

"I'm sorry, but you really have no idea who I am do you?" She asked. "Not really I don't." I said honestly and she ceased laughter. I don't know how well known she was, but she seemed somewhat let down I didn't know her. Odd."Well. I suppose we could walk around for a bit mister…" She began. "Ryker. Just call me Ryker." I said extending a hand. "Good to know. I am not too familiar with the place; perhaps you could lead me around town? Perhaps hotspots, nightclubs, and maybe places to score drugs." She said, as I was bewildered at what she said. She clearly drank too much of American capital. "Well, we can go find a place to eat or something. I don't know much about that other stuff." I said shrugging my shoulders. I finally went over to pick up my phone only to see it scraped to bits, and the call clearly disconnected. "I guess we could do that. What you recommend for good food? Is there a freckle bitches nearby?" She asked while looking around.

"You keep yourself in damn good shape and you want to ruin it by eating at freckle bitches?" I asked with a smirk. "Don't smirk at me pony boy. I'm in plenty good condition to eat the burgers they serve." She said matter of fact only to have my reaction as laughter. "What?" She asked. "Nothing. Just their single patty burger has at least seven thousand calories." I said. "Come on I eat the triple stack any day. Hell, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and voila that is my food." She said. I was so surprised she hadn't suffered a heart attack, but whatever plan she was on was working. I really hoped the shine coming from her lips was from the gloss and not leftover grease.

"Alright fine. Freckle Bitches it is then." I said. She chuckled a bit and I was glad to see she loosened up a bit from our first encounter. I just hoped we could continue on this street of gold that would make us friends, and possibly more if I were lucky. Still, even for my decent figure, and her angelic features, I would barely have much of a shot. On a scale I was a six for body, 9 for personality, and ten for being myself. She was clearly breaking the scale for looks, but as for personality she was just grazing a five.

Either way we made our way to heart attack central known as freckle bitches. I really hoped she wouldn't shoot me on our way. Please don't let anything take me away from this opportunity to get a decent girl capable of defending herself. Admittedly she wasn't perfect despite her beauty and clear wittiness, but I barely knew her, so having immediate feelings only indicated my superficial view on her. I had to get to know this girl, but I really hope that she can get along with me. I might even introduce her to Pierce if all goes well, but hopefully Pierce will be able to take time off from work. I had no idea why, but I kind of hated Pierce's boss for making him work way too much. Whoever he was I would tell him off. For now I think I should just focus on this "Professional date" with this lovely little charmer.