Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT, although I really wish I did. Maybe then I could have some fun.
I grimaced. Paints were all dried out, and the store was probably closed. guess that's what happens when you're nocturnally inclined I thought to myself, sneaking a peek at the clock. I live in a loft now, high up and away from the hustle and bustle of the New York streets, a perfect view of the skyline and harbor. Excellent artistic subject matter, if one cares to look closely. Something jumped into my lap.
I have a cat, too. His name is Rookie. I call him that because he tries to be a little thief, but he hasn't quite excelled at that yet. I still am able to catch him raiding the pantry for packets of tuna.
"Rookie," I asked, lifting the gray tabby to eye level. "Why does it seem that every time I try to paint nowadays it rains?" I set him back in my lap, staring out the window/wall. "It's like mother nature is trying to tell me to look for new subject matter." Shrugging, I stood, dumping the miffed cat to the wood floor. "Hungry fella?" I asked picking my way to the kitchen.
I try to live modestly, despite my share of government accrued wealth. My loft was spacious enough with a large living area, fireplace, the western wall a solid window of double-paned glass. I liked it; it gave the illusion of being above the city, like I was perched on a cloud or something. High vaulted ceilings allowed for a split-level bedroom over the library room, with a curving open-step staircase leading to it. The bedroom has a full bath attached with a whirlpool bath, my favorite amenity. It also had a bay window with French doors leading to the rooftop. There was a half bath downstairs, and I had the office converted to a guest room, fully furnished. My loft was sparsely but comfortably furnished. The kitchen was a cooks dream, though I was a terrible chef. Anastasia, Frankie, Lily, and Lua made it a habit to point that out when they visited.
I looked at the kitchen clock, having settled Rookie down with a can of tuna and a saucer of milk. He had a water bowl, but I spoiled that cat rotten, and it showed.
"Eat up buddy, I gotta get to work soon!" I scolded, wagging a finger playfully at him. Leaving the cat, I went upstairs to my room to shower and change. I was still in my pajamas, an oversized t-shirt and a pair of mismatched shorts. Mmm, what to wear… I stared at my collection of clothes, in hopes that something would scream for my attention. It's Carribean night, so I should pick something flashy… I settled on a ruffled dress. It was a simple style, spaghetti straps, asymmetrical hemline with rainbow ruffles, and a pattern of rainbow-colorful triangles. Laying that on my bed, I stripped and jumped into the shower for a quick scrub. Ten minutes later I applied a little makeup, blow-dried my hair. It was chin length, black, and impossible to style. I gave up on styling a long time ago, settling for a ponytail or clips. I slipped in the dress, zipped it up, laced up my high heels to mid-calf, grabbed my dark red trench, my purse with the essentials, and stepped out for work. It was almost seven thirty, the time that the club opened. I didn't work there literally; I just automatically manned the bar since nobody else really knew how. I was training Alicia on how to though so I could get a break from bartending and play hostess once in a while. Sun-won knew how also, but he was working on a college degree so he had little time to help me out. He did on the weekends and holidays, but those were few and far between.
By the time I'd hit the streets it had stopped raining. "Damn it!" I cursed. Apparently my trench and hat weren't necessary for rain protection, but they did provide enough coverage to hide my face, or most of it from plain view. To the average Joe wandering the streets on Friday night I looked like a plain old chick on her way somewhere.
I cut through a few alleys, taking the usual route to the hidden door, but did I expect to be mugged? Boy if I had, those guys would have been in serious trouble. Last thing I remember was being hit over the head and dragged to a dumpster.