This is Chapter 2 of 'Stolen Identity'. I hope you enjoyed the first, Ill add writers notes at the bottoms of each chapter Happy Reading :)
Chapter Two
"Chug! Chug! Chug!" The crowd surrounding thenow drunk blonde, as she chugged down a bottle of a 145 dollar wine. Which she couldn't exactly name, as her sight became all blurry after the 5th shot that night.
"Another round on me!" She yells over to Graham, as he sighs and proceeds as she tells him. Turning to swipe the card once more. This wasn't who he expected when she first walked in. She was causing a riot.
The crowd continues to cheer her on, as she demands them more drinks.
"Regina! Regina! Regina!" They all scream, as she claps along, with the biggest smile on her face.
"Who the hell is that?" A bystander at the bar questions.
"Who cares? She's buying our drinks.." he shrugs off nonchalantly.
Over across the bar, Graham adds more drinks to her tabs as requested. Shocked at the amount of the total. Coming up to 2150 dollars, he thinks about the trouble she might get into at this stage. Graham watches the blonde stand on the table, and instantly catches what she's about to do..
"Enough! No more!" He yells over the crowd, as he points towards the blonde. "Ma'am get down!"
"Wait for it!" She yells, and jumps for the chandelier. Ultimately misses, and lands off the floor face first with a thud.
The entire bar went silent.
"Oh great." Graham interrupts the awkwardness, and pokes the blondes sides. She gets up in a flash, and yells. The crowd joins in unison, and begins to cheer her name once more.
"Shows over!" The bartender yelled over the crowd, which now silenced the bar at once. Walking up to the blonde.
"You. You're out, come on. Let's go." He pushes lightly at the woman's back to walk her out, only to be brushed off.
"No." She barked, pointing her finger at his face. "Go back behind the bar, and get more drinks for me and my friends." She slurred on her words slightly.
"Listen, they are only your friends because you're buying them drinks. Their just using you." He says soothingly.
Tears began to blur her vision as they rose, daring to spill. She turns as if she were walking away, but spins around on her heel and punches Graham around the face, knocking him out cold.
Two police officers guiding the blonde out of the bar, towards the vehicle.
"Regina Mills." One of the officers announces, as he identifies the card in his hand.
"Yep, that's me." She laughs.
"You're under arrest for assault and public intoxication." He states, handcuffing her in the process.
"Wellllll, I don't think that's accurate." Grinning she turns around on the police officers accord.
"Blow into this." He hands out a device, that looked like a long pointy thing in the blondes opinion.
Leaning towards the breathalyser, she pukes all over his uniform. Blame it on the alcohol, she thinks to herself. "How did I do?" She giggles to the other guard holding her in place.
The blonde looked awful. Her mascara had stained her cheeks, her hair was a mess. Her white tank top was ripped and stretched.
She walked sluggishly towards the height measure, with the black plaque in her hands.
"Well, would you look at that." The booking officer spoke up from across the room. "Happy Birthday, Regina Mills." Was heard before I brought flash.
"Well, shit." The blonde grumbled.
Editors note:
Hey, I hope you're enjoying the story so far! In the next chapter I'd like to indicate that Regina is a single mother. I have no intention of using Daniel in the story, apart from the past!
- Many thanks :)