Lucy sighed and took another sip of her fruity drink, listening to the shouts and cheers of the drinks behind her. Today was a pretty rough day for her. First, Lucy's car broke down on her way to work, making her late. Then, she forgot to pay her bills so the water got shut off, which means: no shower. Afterwards she locked herself out of her house, and to top it all off: SHE GOT FIRED!
Lucy had been replaced as a top journalist for Sorcerer Weekly by the very person she was in charge of training. She had decided to drown out her sorrows at the local pub, not intending to get completely smashed, but to get buzzed enough to take her mind off things.
After finishing off her cocktail, Lucy planned on going home, that is, until the young (and rather attractive) bar tender slid her another one. She looked at him, confused.
"You looked like you could use a little pick-me-up," the pink-haired man winked at her and went back to tending the to the drunks who cheered in delight at the sight of more drinks.
Lucy was definitely not one to complain about free things, so she grabbed the fancy glass and and gulped down the new drink with earnest.Thank god I didn't drive Lucy thought thankfully. She was a bit of a light weight and was starting to feel pretty dizzy after only two drinks. Maybe I should just go home... She pulled out her purse and started to dig out the money needed to pay for her drinks.
"Heey bebeh. Ya c'me her of'n?" A voice slurred behind her. Lucy turned and saw a very skinny young man leaning against a bar stool. His sallow skin was flushed from access amounts of alcohol and he reeked of booze and cigarettes.
Lucy's head was starting to spin and she knew that she should probably high tail it out of there. The man continued to lean towards her, getting closer and closer. He flashed her a crooked, yellow smile and waggled his eyebrows.
"I... Um... I need to go. I-uh, I have a friend waiting," she stammered, sliding off the stool she was sitting on.
The man leaned in even closer, so close that Lucy could practically taste the whisky on his breath. "I don' see no buhddes. Why don' ya c'me an' han' ou' with meh?"
"I-I... U-um n-no thanks" Lucy stuttered. The man inched closer as she moved backwards. She slammed her back into the bar's countertop and leaned away, trying to avoid the man's face with was now barely two inches from her.
"P-please move," she mumbled, turning her face away so as not to get the full blast of the man's rancid breath.
"Hey! There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" A woman's voice called out.
Lucy glanced to her left and saw a pretty young lady with short ivory locks marching right towards her. The drunk who had cornered her turned and looked at the woman as well.
"Who da hell 're ya?" He garbled.
The mystery girl looked down her nose at the him and scoffed, "I'm her best friend, and I can't have some perv mooning over her when she's supposed to be having fun," She stuck her hands on her hips and flipped her hair out of her eyes.
The man scratched the back of his neck, "Bu' I though' she wahs 'lone?"
The girl snorted and hooked her arm through Lucy's, "Come on, let's go. We don't need to be talking to perverts anyway" She peeled Lucy off the bar's countertop and dragged her through the front doors of the pub.
After marching Lucy outside, the woman stopped in the middle of the parking lot and locked eyes with her. Her deep cobalt eyes were filled with concern as she asked, "Hey, are you ok? I saw that creep move in on you and you looked pretty uncomfortable,"
Lucy gave the woman a relieved smile, "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. I'm a little woozy at the moment so Mavis knows what would have happened if you hadn't come along,"
The woman flashed Lucy a brilliant smile, obviously glad she could help someone in need. "Happy to help. Do you need a ride? Wait, what am I saying? You're clearly in no condition drive, so of course you need a ride! Come on!" She grabbed Lucy's hand before she could say anything.
She dragged Lucy over to a red 9/11 Porsche and threw her into the passenger set. Lucy barely had enough time to pull her purse in before she slammed the door shut.
"So what's your address?" She grinned sweetly.
"Umm... It's house 1426, Strawberry Street. It's right off Ruby Ln,"
"Gotcha," the girl winked and pulled out of the parking lot, driving in the direction of Lucy's house. "Oh! My name's Lisanna by the way," She glanced over at Lucy, beaming.
Lucy grinned and chuckled a little, "Nice to meet you Lisanna! I'm Lucy,"
"Lucy," Lisanna sighed, "I've always loved that name. You're so lucky!"
"Lisanna is a really pretty name too," Lucy assured her.
"Pfft yeah," Lisanna snorted, "When I was younger, all the kids would confuse it with Lasagna,"
Lisanna stared at Lucy seriously.
Lucy stared right back, just as serious.
"PFFTT HAHAHAHAHAHA!" The girls chorused, unable to hold in their laughter.
It wasn't long before Lisanna pulled up to Lucy's house. "Thanks again for saving me back there," Lucy thanked her as she ungracefully flopped out of the cramped car.
"No prob! Here," Lisanna pulled out a small rectangle of pink card stock. "Here's my card if you ever need help again,"
Lisanna Straus
Florist
(555)-555-5555
"Thanks Lasagna!" Lucy teased.
"Take care Luigi!" Lisanna winked as she drove away, her hand waving out the window.
Lucy grinned and stuffed the card in her pocket, making a mental note to call her again. Two thoughts passed through Lucy's head as she entered her house:
One: What a nice lady
Two: I'm going to have one hell of a hangover
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AN: Hey hey! So I absolutely love the Lucy x Lisanna BROTP and it really pisses me off when I come across a fic that portrays Lisanna as the bad guy (Shipping wise). So I had a lot of fun writing this one. I hope you guys enjoyed this story as much as I did!
Later Taters!
~Icy
