A/N SORRY! I have not been able to write anything for a while... also, I kinda, sorta broke my "E" key..so don't be surprised if you see some spelling errors :)
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The sound of his alarm clock assaulted Adam, he looked over at his nightstand, seven thirty in the morning. "No one should be awake this goddamn early," Adam mumbled, pulling himself out of bed.
His morning proved to be disappointing, his shower decided that a cold shower was more fun than a normal one, he fell down the stairs of his apartment (nearly breaking his camera), and when he got to the wedding he was shooting, a bridesmaid threw up on him.
His life was more shitty than before his game, the only upside was making a friend out of Lawrence. Until he met her…
"Hey, can I get another beer?" Adam asked the bartender. She turned around, she was not the usual bartender, the usual bartender had a hair lip and bangs that looked like they'd been cut by a five year old. The new girl was stunning; lush black hair, full lips, big, innocent eyes, the exact opposite of the kind of girl Adam normally went for.
Not because he wasn't attracted to those kinds of girls, just because he thought they were out of his league, and he wanted to spare himself the heartbreak.
"Yeah," she said, smiling. She handed him another bottle of Heineken.
"Can I get you anything else?" She asked, with her angel's voice
"Your number?" Adam asked "I'm sorry, that was stupid,"
"Laughing, she said, "No, it wasn't, it was cute,"
"Really?" he said, dumbstruck, "I'm Adam,"
"Sophia," she chuckled.
"Sophia! Your closing up tonight, kay?" usual bartender asked
"Sure thing…" Sophia said, disappointed.
"So…why's someone like you working here?" Adam asked, praying he sounded casual.
"Paying for college," She said, looking at the floor.
" Really? What are you studying?"
"Psychology, are you in college?"
"No, school was never really my thing."
"What do you do then? Wait! No! You're a starving actor?"
"No, starving photographer, actually."
"What do you shoot?"
"Weddings, birthdays, funerals,"
"Funerals?"
"Yeah, people are crazy…"
"Clearly,"
"But I'm thinking about changing careers,"
"Why? Taking pictures for money? Sounds like a dream job!"
"I dunno, its gotten me into quite a bit of trouble lately,"
"Like what?"
"Some people think taking pictures of people for a living, isn't very honest…"
Just then, the reporter on the television started talking about a Jigsaw game that had just been discovered.
"Police are saying that this could be the work of sadistic madmad, Jigsaw. However there is no way to be sure, it does resemble the scene found weeks ago, with Doctor Lawrence Gordon, and photographer Adam Faulkner as the 'subjects' when will these sick games end?..."
Sophia looked from the television, and back to Adam, "What the hell?" she asked " Is this the kind of trouble your jobs been getting you into?"
"um… well… yeah, kinda…"
"Holy shit!"
"I'm just going to go," He said, feeling awkward
"No, um, hold on a minute,"
She ran the key rack in the kitchen, and grabbed the bar key,
"I'm going to close up early, we are the only people here, after all," she yelled to Adam.