Ch. 3
Jen sighed and stood up straight, as she finished wiping the last table of the night. Her black high heels made her already 5'8" frame taller, and the cute cowgirl outfit accented her slim figure. With her shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes, she was a looker to all the customers who came in Miss Kitty's Bar and Grill. But she only looked at one. Mr. Michael Ross. She loved that name and every thought it conjured up. He had come in tonight, asking to see her after work. Unfortunately, she had the late shift and wasn't able to see him.
'Only a couple more weeks', she thought. Turning off the lights, she started to walk the 3 blocks to her apartment.
Jen loved this city. It was the first city she had found that an ex- Oz soldier could still feel apart of the action. 'Ex', she thought. Jen had deserted the Oz forces as soon as she discovered that her ideals and theirs didn't quite match up. She had stayed in hiding for the better part of a year, and eventually joined the Preventors. Now she worked as a Preventor, but the small paycheck forced her to work at the bar just to keep up with her bills. 'But not any more!', she thought, 'Michael is on the verge of proposing. I can feel it. Just a few more weeks and I wont have to worry about payments anymore.' Jen rounded the corner and was about to climb the stairs to her apartment building when she heard a shout.
"I said leave me alone!"
Jen looked and saw a girl flanked on both sides by two men.
"Hurry up Wally!" The first man said.
"Just hold her Bob. I don't need another bloody nose." Wally said. He wiped at the blood that continued to drip down his nose and dry on his face.
"Hey!" Jen said. She had pulled a gun a pointed it at the two men. "She said to leave her alone." The two men looked up and the girl took her opportunity. She slammed her foot down hard on Bob's and elbowed him in the stomach then punched upwards, causing his nose to bleed. Bob took off running. Wally dropped the purse and guarding his nose from a second attack, took off as well. Jen stared in shock at the girls reflexes then put the gun back in her purse and went to help the girl pick up her own belongings.
"Hey are you ok? Wow! That was amazing! Your going to have to teach me that!" The girl looked up and smiled a tearful smile.
"Yeah, thanks for your help."
"No problem. I'm glad it worked." She stood up and handed the girl her purse, taking pity on the girl who looked so shook up. "Why don't you come up for tea? It's this building right here. Oh by the way, my name is Jen Wagner."
"Thanks. I'm Kaylee Love."
The building was nice enough, having it's own personal charm. There was only one problem; Kaylee could hear EVERYTHING thought the paper-thin walls. Traveling up the stairs behind Jen, Keylee could hear one couple squabbling, kids laughing and running around behind another door, apparently refusing to go to bed even at this late hour, a baby crying, and a creaking of bed springs that wasn't just a shifting in sleep. Upon arriving at her door, Jen let her guest in behind her, flipping on lights as she went. Kaylee was immediately charmed. While the building itself lacked most refinement except for decorative spraypaint, Jen's own apartment was a splash of color and festivity. Her Mexican style kitchen was very cute with all the little red peppers decorating the cabinets and such. The living room was very vivid. There was a bright blue corner couch with yellow throw pillows that should have been very wrong together but wasn't. Sitting on top of the couch were two cats, one gray and white patched, and the other a dark multi-colored cat. There was a computer on a desk in one corner, and a tv on a stand in another, both covered in old papers, videos, empty soda cans, etc. There was a small coffee table in front of the couch with flowers and magazines on it. There was one Thomas Kinkaid painting on the wall, much like in Kaylee's apartment. Off to the back was a door that Kaylee assumed was the bedroom.
Jen walked in with the tea in hand and brought it to Kaylee, who was sitting on the couch.
"You have a very nice apartment," Kaylee said, her tears drying and being replaced by rage.
"Thanks. You have some good moves. Where did you learn self defense?"
"My mother made me take the course a few years back after my date tried to rape me. Up until tonight, I have never had to use it. All I needed was that split second you provided. Thanks a lot!" Both girls looked at each other, not knowing why they trusted each other, but seeing a quickly blooming friendship. Kaylee looked at the clock by the computer.
"Oh my gosh! It's almost 3 am! I have to get home to walk my dog." Kaylee stood and Jen held out her hand for the mug. Instead Kaylee gave her a hug.
"Call me anytime. We'll get together and have some fun!" Kaylee said, scribbling her number on a scrap of paper. She strode out the door, leaving Jen chuckling and shaking her head. 'She is defiantly very bold and self confident.' Jen thought, 'It would be nice to have a good friend in this city. I'll give her a call tomorrow.'
The next few days, Kaylee and Jen spent every day after work together, quickly becoming very good, one could even say best, friends. It was a miracle for them both because with the trouble that was brewing on the horizon, they would need all the friends they could get.
Jen sighed and stood up straight, as she finished wiping the last table of the night. Her black high heels made her already 5'8" frame taller, and the cute cowgirl outfit accented her slim figure. With her shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes, she was a looker to all the customers who came in Miss Kitty's Bar and Grill. But she only looked at one. Mr. Michael Ross. She loved that name and every thought it conjured up. He had come in tonight, asking to see her after work. Unfortunately, she had the late shift and wasn't able to see him.
'Only a couple more weeks', she thought. Turning off the lights, she started to walk the 3 blocks to her apartment.
Jen loved this city. It was the first city she had found that an ex- Oz soldier could still feel apart of the action. 'Ex', she thought. Jen had deserted the Oz forces as soon as she discovered that her ideals and theirs didn't quite match up. She had stayed in hiding for the better part of a year, and eventually joined the Preventors. Now she worked as a Preventor, but the small paycheck forced her to work at the bar just to keep up with her bills. 'But not any more!', she thought, 'Michael is on the verge of proposing. I can feel it. Just a few more weeks and I wont have to worry about payments anymore.' Jen rounded the corner and was about to climb the stairs to her apartment building when she heard a shout.
"I said leave me alone!"
Jen looked and saw a girl flanked on both sides by two men.
"Hurry up Wally!" The first man said.
"Just hold her Bob. I don't need another bloody nose." Wally said. He wiped at the blood that continued to drip down his nose and dry on his face.
"Hey!" Jen said. She had pulled a gun a pointed it at the two men. "She said to leave her alone." The two men looked up and the girl took her opportunity. She slammed her foot down hard on Bob's and elbowed him in the stomach then punched upwards, causing his nose to bleed. Bob took off running. Wally dropped the purse and guarding his nose from a second attack, took off as well. Jen stared in shock at the girls reflexes then put the gun back in her purse and went to help the girl pick up her own belongings.
"Hey are you ok? Wow! That was amazing! Your going to have to teach me that!" The girl looked up and smiled a tearful smile.
"Yeah, thanks for your help."
"No problem. I'm glad it worked." She stood up and handed the girl her purse, taking pity on the girl who looked so shook up. "Why don't you come up for tea? It's this building right here. Oh by the way, my name is Jen Wagner."
"Thanks. I'm Kaylee Love."
The building was nice enough, having it's own personal charm. There was only one problem; Kaylee could hear EVERYTHING thought the paper-thin walls. Traveling up the stairs behind Jen, Keylee could hear one couple squabbling, kids laughing and running around behind another door, apparently refusing to go to bed even at this late hour, a baby crying, and a creaking of bed springs that wasn't just a shifting in sleep. Upon arriving at her door, Jen let her guest in behind her, flipping on lights as she went. Kaylee was immediately charmed. While the building itself lacked most refinement except for decorative spraypaint, Jen's own apartment was a splash of color and festivity. Her Mexican style kitchen was very cute with all the little red peppers decorating the cabinets and such. The living room was very vivid. There was a bright blue corner couch with yellow throw pillows that should have been very wrong together but wasn't. Sitting on top of the couch were two cats, one gray and white patched, and the other a dark multi-colored cat. There was a computer on a desk in one corner, and a tv on a stand in another, both covered in old papers, videos, empty soda cans, etc. There was a small coffee table in front of the couch with flowers and magazines on it. There was one Thomas Kinkaid painting on the wall, much like in Kaylee's apartment. Off to the back was a door that Kaylee assumed was the bedroom.
Jen walked in with the tea in hand and brought it to Kaylee, who was sitting on the couch.
"You have a very nice apartment," Kaylee said, her tears drying and being replaced by rage.
"Thanks. You have some good moves. Where did you learn self defense?"
"My mother made me take the course a few years back after my date tried to rape me. Up until tonight, I have never had to use it. All I needed was that split second you provided. Thanks a lot!" Both girls looked at each other, not knowing why they trusted each other, but seeing a quickly blooming friendship. Kaylee looked at the clock by the computer.
"Oh my gosh! It's almost 3 am! I have to get home to walk my dog." Kaylee stood and Jen held out her hand for the mug. Instead Kaylee gave her a hug.
"Call me anytime. We'll get together and have some fun!" Kaylee said, scribbling her number on a scrap of paper. She strode out the door, leaving Jen chuckling and shaking her head. 'She is defiantly very bold and self confident.' Jen thought, 'It would be nice to have a good friend in this city. I'll give her a call tomorrow.'
The next few days, Kaylee and Jen spent every day after work together, quickly becoming very good, one could even say best, friends. It was a miracle for them both because with the trouble that was brewing on the horizon, they would need all the friends they could get.