Disclaimer: You know the drill. What you recognize, I don't own. Leigh and Angelica are mine, however. Bullseye is property of Marvel etc..(but can I have him? Please? ::puppy dog eyes::)
A/N: This is my first attempt at a Daredevil fic...I'm rather nervous about how it turns out, so please, everyone let me know what kind of job I'm doing!
Your Winter
Chapter One: Coffee Bitch, among other things
"I won't be your winter. And I won't be anyone's excuse to cry."-Sister Hazel
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According to Angelica, I am different.
Yeah. She's not the only person who'se told me that. Most don't mean it as a compliment. She says I don't belong in the nine-to-five world, the world of the gray flannel suits. She says I belong with her, in the party-till-six-in the morning-world. She says I'm a night person.
Angelica isn't the typical best friend. But we'll get to that later on.
But her ramblings do finally give me a reason (albeit a weak one) behind my hatred for mornings. I despise mornings. Loathe them beyond all shadow of a doubt. If it was up to me, I'd sleep untill noon everyday. Unfourtunately, I have a job, and since I'm not fond of sleeping on street, that means I have to haul my lazy ass out of bed every morning at five a.m.
Really though, I'm just a big fake. Hah. Had you all fooled with my "we are the different breed of people" speech, didn't I? Well, sorry to dissapoint you all, but I have no idea what I'm talking about. I like to pretend that I fall under the category of a "writer",but really, I don't. I work at the Daily Bugle. (Insert hysterical laughter here). Am I reporter? Please, don't I wish. No, I'm the chick that gets coffee for the reporters. Yes, dear readers. I am the Coffee Bitch, among other things.
I've been working there almost a year now, I started interning there in my sophmore year of college (back then I was happy being the Coffee Bitch) at Columbia University, since then I've graduated (a year early. Yeah. Go me, right? Angelica maintains that something big is going to happen to me, I just have to be patient. But I've never been famous for patience. I've never been famous for anything, really.
I'm just.. me. Leigh McBride. The cute little strawberry blonde who gets your sandwich.
And this is my story.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a Daredevil fic...I'm rather nervous about how it turns out, so please, everyone let me know what kind of job I'm doing!
Your Winter
Chapter One: Coffee Bitch, among other things
"I won't be your winter. And I won't be anyone's excuse to cry."-Sister Hazel
*
According to Angelica, I am different.
Yeah. She's not the only person who'se told me that. Most don't mean it as a compliment. She says I don't belong in the nine-to-five world, the world of the gray flannel suits. She says I belong with her, in the party-till-six-in the morning-world. She says I'm a night person.
Angelica isn't the typical best friend. But we'll get to that later on.
But her ramblings do finally give me a reason (albeit a weak one) behind my hatred for mornings. I despise mornings. Loathe them beyond all shadow of a doubt. If it was up to me, I'd sleep untill noon everyday. Unfourtunately, I have a job, and since I'm not fond of sleeping on street, that means I have to haul my lazy ass out of bed every morning at five a.m.
Really though, I'm just a big fake. Hah. Had you all fooled with my "we are the different breed of people" speech, didn't I? Well, sorry to dissapoint you all, but I have no idea what I'm talking about. I like to pretend that I fall under the category of a "writer",but really, I don't. I work at the Daily Bugle. (Insert hysterical laughter here). Am I reporter? Please, don't I wish. No, I'm the chick that gets coffee for the reporters. Yes, dear readers. I am the Coffee Bitch, among other things.
I've been working there almost a year now, I started interning there in my sophmore year of college (back then I was happy being the Coffee Bitch) at Columbia University, since then I've graduated (a year early. Yeah. Go me, right? Angelica maintains that something big is going to happen to me, I just have to be patient. But I've never been famous for patience. I've never been famous for anything, really.
I'm just.. me. Leigh McBride. The cute little strawberry blonde who gets your sandwich.
And this is my story.