Ole Nicole was still in her new apartment, and she ate didn't know what else to do in her life since she has officially lost mostly everything in her life. Her children disowning her and Richard officially wanting a divorce from her, and ostracized by her own parents as if she was never really their daughter at all.
"Oh boy." Nicole said in a groggy voice. She was apparently drunk again, and still feeling depressed about this whole thing. "Why me?" she sounded cynical and morose. "Why did I have to do this to Gumball in the first place?"
Yes, she was a total wreck right now. Her family meant everything to them, and so did her job at the Rainbow Factory, which she just got brutally fired and blackballed from working ever again. Still, she decided that if her own family wants nothing to do with her anymore, whe shouldn't have anything to do with them back.
"Bah. I don't need them. I don't want anything to do with them if they have treated me like this. I give them a house and all the food they can eat so they won't starve, and now they just keep their distance from me."
The more she was thinking about this, the more bitter and angry she was becoming. Of course, before her being drunk, her mind already snapped about this whole affair. Indeed, she was thinking about reinventing her life and starting over.
"What kind of job should I take if I'm completely blackballed?" she wondered after throwing away her empty bottle of vodka. A knock on the door was heard, and she answered it, revealing to be the kind landlord of this apartment building: Mr. Smiley.
"Hello Nicole, I was must check-" he noticed how drunk she was, hardly able to keep her balance while standing up. "Oh. Are you alright, Nicole?"
"Nope. Not really?" Nicole flatly replied while hiccuping. "I lost everything, and I don't know what else I can do for a job."
"Well... That's why I came to you. I think I found a job for you that makes good money to help pay rent for this place."
"A job?" she was laughing groggily at hearing those words. "What kind of job can I possibly get since I get blackballed from working at business places ever again?" she hiccuped once more
"Well, look at the paper." he pulled out the newspaper today and pointed Nicole to a job that will make her big money or labelled out: "Strip dancer: wanted at the Golden Lingerie for about a thousand dollars an hour."
Nicole's eyes popped wide open and she made a gasp. "A stripper? For a grand an hour?"
"I know it sounds a little... indecent. But, a thousand dollars an hour is worth a lot of money that many don't work for."
"Well... I'll see what I can do..." Nicole chuckled while still drunk. "But, I don't know what else to where. I can't even afford a nice dress to wear right now."
"Well... I'll see if my wife can find a nice, formal dress for you. But don't worry, it's not like you are going to work as a banker."
Nicole made a drunk laugh before saying: "bankers? Hehehe. I hate bankers. Bankers are the worst! They just hide a chunk of your money from your savings account while they only give toy about ten percent of your funds when you ask for fifty percent of your savings. Yep, I want nothing to do with bankers. But you..."
She walked up to him, still having a hard time keeping her balance and wrapping her right arm around Smiley's shoulders. "You, Mr. Smiley, are one of the greatest and understanding people I have met in my entire life."
The landlord was a little uncomfortable about this, and he gave a nervous smile, along with a nervous chuckle. "Well... thanks I guess."
"Honestly, why can't more men be more like you? Really? I wish that all men were as nice and well-mannered as you are, instead of being a bunch of perverts and pigs on a daily basis?"
"That's... provably a question even they can't answer for you."
Nicole made an even louder laugh than ever. "Just when I was about to lose my mind and commit suicide on this miserable existence."
"Okay, okay. But, try not to be drunk anymore. I don't mean to offend you, but... I don't want to see you like this anymore."
"No, no, no, you're right." she made another hiccup. "Nope, you are absolutely right, Smiley. I need to lay off the vodka for a looooooong while, and try to get back into the swing of things. If you and your wife can find me a nice dress... I will be very grateful for that. Maybe even kiss you on the cheek."
"Okay, okay. I'm glad to hear you happy again. Just remember what is said about taking it easy on the alcohol."
"I will really keep that in mind, Smiley. You'll see. I'm gonna get back on my feet in no time. she closes the door and went on the couch, feeling more happy than before. Not really because she wanted to be a stripper, but because she will make a lot of money in the future.
She knew that being a stripper would be a little degrading for her, but she needed the money desperately. For that, she will wait and see if her landlord can find a nice dress for her towesr for the job interview. A few hours passed, and she wasn't drunk anymore, and she turned on the TV. On the news channel, she saw Richard on TV, along with Anais and Darwin.
"In other news, this family said that they found the missing Gumball Watterson. "Richard Watterson, where is he?"
"He is staying at his aunt Penelope's for a while. We want him to come home, but he says he wants to stay at Penelope's house. We don't like it, but we can understand the decision he wanted."
"It's all thanks to Nicole Watterson, and her evil, conniving nature. It's all her fault that Gumball is not here for a while! We all hope that we never see you again, ex-mom!"
"And when we do see you again," Anais said: "I will say: depart from me! I never knew you!"
Nicole felt more tears of heartbreak go down her face, but she remembered how her mind snapped, and decided to just forget all about her ex-family members and try to move on her life and start over. She hoped that this new job in her life will make her enough money to pay for rent and any other rents in the months to come.