Chapter 2- Asleep on the Job Already?

The door to the second dressing room opened, but it didn't disturb the sleeping girl across the room. Five men entered, throwing their extra things randomly about the room. The black haired American sat down at his desk with a disgruntled look on his face.

"What's wrong, Brad?" Scheldich asked.

"Where's my martini?" Craword asked, irritated.

"I'm not your maid," Scheldich snorted. "That's what hired help is for."

"Then where is our hired help?" Crawford asked, crossly.

"I don't know," the orange haired man shrugged.

"I think I do," Nagi said, looking away from the two older men. "Look at Farfarello."

The platinum haired Irishman was squatting next to the green inflated chair. The young girl was still undisturbed in her slumber. "She's sleeping," he said, as if no one else would have guessed.

"Well, wake her up, then," Crawford said. "I want my martini."

"Really, Brad. Sometimes you act like a spoiled child," Scheldich teased.

"I do not!" Crawford argued.

"Do too," Scheldich replied.

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"You're both acting like brats right now," the younger Japanese said.

"I'll wake her," Farfarello said. He slid a small blade that he carried with him everywhere from his boot. The silver gleamed in the dim lighting of the dressing room. He plunged the short blade into the plastic of the blowup chair. The air began to deflate as soon as the point pierced its side.

Only when the chair had completely deflated did the young woman move at all. "Hey, what am I doing on the floor?" she asked herself aloud.

"You fell asleep on the job," Crawford whined.

"Huh?" she turned and looked at the four strange men incredulously. "Shit."

"I have half a mind to have you fired," Crawford threatened.

The orange haired German smiled kindly at her, "He's just cranky that he doesn't have a martini awaiting his royal ass." Alex almost smirked back then thought better of it.

"Where can I find someone to make you one? I don't know how to. I don't drink." She asked.

Scheldich looked at her, a little shocked, "You don't drink?"

"No." she shrugged. "Never really wanted to. So I don't."

"Okay, well, the lady that can usually make them is down the hall on the left, but before you take off, what's your name?" the German asked.

"Alex." She replied.

"I'm Scheldich," he said.

"Farfarello." The platinum haired man next to her said. She jumped, not having noticed the close proximity of the other man.

"Nagi," the younger Japanese said.

"And you know who Brad is," Scheldich said. "Mr. Whiney pants."

"Scheldich!" Crawford growled.

"Meh. He'll live, just hurry back with the drinks."

"Okay," she said nodding and quickly heading out the door.

Dom was helping Ken clean off his bugnucks for the show when the door to the room burst open. It was Alex have a near anxiety attack. "Alex, what's wrong?" Dom asked, leaving her seat next to the brunette to attend to her friend.

"I'm gonna get fired, I know it. That guy, he hates me."

"Who, which guy?"

"Brad." She said. "I think that was his name."

"Oh, don't worry about him," the blonde haired Japanese man said from his seat on the couch. "He's just a bit pissy that we got to kick his ass today on the show that's all. He sees himself as the mach man, and he really hates his character getting beat up a lot. He takes it kind of personally. Don't let his shitty attitude ruin your day."

"Oh, okay, um…thanks…" Alex said, still unnerved by the earlier man's attitude. "Well, I should go. I have to go see if his martini is done yet."

"Okay, I'll come get you when its time to go home." Dom said.

"Yeah, okay." Dom watched her older friend leave the room. She felt uneasy sending her back to work for some jerk who took out all his anger on her. It just wasn't right for him to do that. He'd better be careful next time.

A/N: Sorry for the short chappy, but I have to go do some other stuff today , and I have to try and see about getting a job. Gah. Summer moves too quickly. Well, keep reading, keep reviewing. Later.