Lucas Fabray studied his twin sister and sighed, as she attempted to wear that worn out leather jacket of hers. "So, what have we learned?" He asks as he moves to help her before she ends up tripping and killing herself.

"I don't know Lucas, what have I learned?" Charlie asked an almost innocent smile on her face as she lets her twin help her. When he finishes helping her, she follows him to his SUV and gets in the back with him.

"I don't know how about to not to get into bar fights? Or how about you shouldn't slip your detail to get into bar fights. Dad isn't pleased," Lucas hissed at her, he could already feel the headache coming on.

"Dad hasn't been pleased since I dropped out of university and went to trade school," Charlie pointed out. "Not everyone can be the golden boy Lucas. Plus, it was merely a misunderstanding."

"He's upset because you had a 4.0 GPA, and got bored, in your third year and decided you needed a change. You literally had one more year of school to graduate—less than that, you're missing like six credits. You could still go back and get your degree. It'll get him off your back." Lucas sighed, he sounded exactly like their father did which was probably why Charlie was on the verge of ignoring him. He inhales and looks at Charlie, "How is business?"

"The garage is doing well, but you knew that since you're the one that gave us that massive contract to service public transportation," Charlie pointed out dryly. "Dad believes I'm due for an expansion," Charlie said after a moment, she brightens after the memory passes. "I told him to go fuck himself."

"So, it went well then?" Lucas said flatly, the fact that their father wanted to use Charlie's business as a way to launder his money meant that he saw the potential. That Charlie had managed to turn a failing garage into a money maker on her own, his twin had a head for business that she kept under wraps. But Charlie seemed to resist getting tangled in their father's business. Which was both admirable and stupid. Their father had never wanted them to be street level thugs, the cops didn't come after titans of industry. They didn't shoot white-collar gangsters. Charlie was supposed to have taken over her father's construction company and he was supposed to get into politics and slide them government contracts.

"It went as well as it normally does, I got a backhand for my troubles," Charlie smiled as if she was pleased with getting under her father's skin. "I think I should sell the garage."

Lucas sighed, of course that's what happened. Of course, Charlie and his father were on a collision course, one he knew his father would win. He just didn't know what that win would look like, he'd like to believe his father was above ordering a hit out on Charlie, but if his father thought for one instance that Charlie was going to turn on the family, he wouldn't hesitate to pull that trigger. Nothing his sister had done had suggested that she was loyal to the family. "Charlotte." It came out as a sigh and Charlie finally looked at him. "Rachel thinks we should go on a double date."

"I'm sorry the last person I slept with had a boyfriend, who stabbed me in the arm after I called him a pencil-dick. It was rude of me, you shouldn't make fun of people for things that they can't help. But he smelled like stinky feet and I felt like that might actually hurt his feeling. What if he had a gland condition? I thought I was going for the low hanging fruit. I mean I did kick him in the balls after he stabbed me so I mean I guess I did." Charlie laughs at her own joke. "When I find the right person Lucas, I promise you, that I'll get around to telling you when I feel like it."

Lucas rolls his eyes, "You're impossible." He's met with Charlie's lopsided smile and he sighs. "If you're going to sell the garage, offer it to dad first. Do not sell it to someone you know dad hates just to piss him off."

"There's this little bar that I was thinking of buying. It's a bit of a dive, not like burn your clothes and hope you don't get tetanus dive. But like—it's seen better days and it really could use a coat of paint. They have these burgers—there's no real menu it's awesome. It's basically whatever the chef feels like making that day. I went every day last week new burger every day."

"Are you selling the garage because you don't have the capital to buy a dive bar?" He knew Charlie was flush in cash. She had real estate holdings, she had various other businesses, probably more businesses than their father was aware of. His father had made a mistake in insisting that Charlie take civil engineering. Her head was in business and more importantly accounting. At least he assumed that was the case. Charlie didn't quite seem to have an anchor in her life and seemed to bounce from one idea to another. He had thought the garage was Charlie's attempt to put down some roots, but it was obvious she was already bored with it.

"No, I'm selling the garage because I'm bored. I want to buy the dive bar because I like it, and want to eat there for free. But alas the owner doesn't want to sell, and I'm not willing to pay whatever it takes to acquire his business. So, I'm going to buy the building. I'll make a tidy profit selling it off because of gentrification and move onto the next thing."

"Charlie gentrification takes years—" Lucas paused and frowned when Charlie simply smiled at him. It was so much like their father's easy going and there was that familiar steel behind Charlie's eyes. No wonder they didn't get along they were basically the same person. "No one was supposed to know about the new headquarters. We were going to unveil that next month."

Charlie smiled, "I swiped right on one of the lawyers that were in town, and he spent most of the night bragging about it. To be fair, I just thought he looked decent enough to sleep with because I was bored, and he was the first one to get back to me. I didn't end up sleeping with him. I mean you're the lawyer, nothing I did was illegal was it?"

"Charlotte the optics—"

"I already had property in that area," Charlie interrupted.

"I'll have to abstain, again." Lucas groaned rubbing his forehead. Rachel had already begun to tease him about wrinkles and grey hair. This is what it meant to keep his twin and his father from killing each other. This is what he got for trying to get into politics and trying to do some good for his family.

Charlie smiles and pats him on the leg with her good arm, as she arrives at her apartment. "Thanks for the ride Lucas." Before Lucas can say anything or worse invite himself over, she hops out of his SUV and closes the door quickly, wincing at the tightness in her arm. She debated internally what she wanted to do, she could go to bed and rest like a normal person who had been stabbed. Or she could go and find someone who was impressed with the fact that she had been stabbed and was a semi-decent lay.

A slow lazy smile crosses Charlie's face as she pulls out her phone and flicks through her apps till, she lands on Uber. There was absolutely no contest in her choice, and if she moved quickly again, she'd give her detail the slip before they even knew she was missing. Tonight, all she wanted to do was get drunk, and find someone who didn't have a boyfriend, who had thought it was a good idea to stab someone. She was certain that someone had taken care of the poor idiot. Maybe he had gotten his teeth kicked in or had been curbed stomped she didn't really give it much thought. She certainly never gave express instructions to hurt anyone, in fact she generally insisted that her detail avoid causing a scene, but she had been stabbed and she assumed it could have been worse.

She probably should avoid any dives this time, but she was a sucker for cheap questionable booze. Though if she got stabbed again it would lead to a confrontation with her father about her safety, and she really didn't want to have to deal with that.

~ O ~

Charlie rarely made mistakes, at least mistakes that she couldn't turn into her favor. This was one of those mistakes that she couldn't see the upside in. The beer wasn't cheap, and for some strange reason it had hints of chocolate in it. As far as she was concerned it was an abomination. This wasn't a good Scotch whiskey, that she may or may not have stolen from her father. It was beer and it tasted absolutely awful. What was wrong with cheap slightly watered-down beer?

And as she sat in her in her booth watching the people drinking and eating overpriced food, she realized that this wasn't a place where she could easily pick up anyone. The women seemed far to classy and she had seen some repulsed looks thrown her way. They simply didn't appreciate her vintage leather jacket, and torn jeans, that may or may not have blood on them. It was a shame really, she should have stayed at home and used Tinder.

But maybe if she was patient someone who interested her would stick out and she could attempt to work her magic on them. She motions to the waitress, even as she kept her eyes on the bustle of the people, listening to the chatter. When the waitress finally comes to her table, she points to the craft beer, "That's an abomination to beers. I don't blame you, and there is still a huge tip coming your way if you get me something that's not for hipsters. I'll take a scotch, cheap whiskey, or hard liquor."

The waitress blinked, surprised at the visceral reaction from Charlie but nods and removes the beer from the table. "I'll be right back with your order."

Charlie leans back in her seat and focuses on the door. Hoping that someone, anyone interesting would walk through the doors. She flashes a smile at the waitress when she puts a glass of whiskey on the table and she leans forward to take a sip. She hums mostly to herself, that woman was too tall for her. The next guys beard was to bushy, if she ended up riding his face, the thought of getting carpet burn of some sort was off-putting. The next was a group of friends, and she didn't see anyone who she wanted in her apartment.

Taking another sip of her of her drink, she sighs as the door stops moving. She pulls out her phone and opens Tinder and begins to flick through the profiles, quickly. There were far too many hipsters, which probably meant vegans or other pretentious nonsense that she couldn't give a fuck about. They liked chocolate in their beer, they clearly couldn't be trusted.

"Look Brittany, I've told you. I'd rather curl up and catch up on The Crown or read a book. I don't get that much time off—"

Charlie's eyes flick up, the voice seemed familiar and she raises a brow when she spots the doctor who had stitched her up. Lopez—Dr. Santana Lopez, her father had given them both information on where to go if they were hurt, and had mentioned that name. It was a pretty enough name, and Santana looked good, when she wasn't wearing scrubs. Charlie tilts her head slightly, as her eyes focus on Santana's ass, watching as she walks to the bar with her tall friend.

Managing to tear her eyes off Santana's ass for a moment Charlie finishes her drink and pulls out her wallet and flicks through the cash. She finally settles on a 100-dollar bill and waves over the waitress holding the bill out for her. "That's for you. You see those two women who just came in. I'll take care of the bill. She's the doctor who stitched me up."

The waitress beamed at Charlie, she hadn't thought that she could afford to leave a decent tip and it was clear she certainly wasn't the normal clientele. "Of course. Should I let them know it's from you?"

"No," Charlie said with a shrug, but taps her empty glass. "One more of these though." She would wait and pick her moment before she approached.