A/N: This will never, ever, ever happen again. Double post day, that is. I figured a lot of people wouldn't be into the whole poetry thing so I pulled this one off the backburner and decided to post it early. So, yeah, that happened. Don't fret, there will be another chapter tomorrow and all that ish.

Whatever, enjoy!

Ever since they returned from their brief honeymoon, April had been hearing nothing but congratulations and approvals from random people she didn't even know knew her or Andy. That was fine, since most of the strangers were just walking gags that she could make fun of with Andy later, but there was always one – always one that she couldn't stand hearing niceties from:

Ann.

It didn't matter the occasion – fair-weather or not – but usually April enjoyed drinking by herself, or rather she enjoyed drinking sans-Ann. That night, however, when Andy decided to take her out for a night on the town – which really just meant going to the Snakehole then making out in the parking lot until they either did something that warranted police attention or they woke up the next morning hungover in the same spot – April found herself alone when he made an emergency bathroom stop. She was alone, at least, until someone stumbled over and sat down next to her.

"H-Hey, April," Ann started with, and already April wanted to abandon Andy and try to explain it to him some other time. "What happened to… to Lake Michigan or whatever?"

"Left," she said sourly, taking another drink and hoping she could drown herself in the murky brown liquid.

Ann sat there for a moment, clearly too intoxicated for her own good and looked to her left for a second before turning back to April. It really didn't make sense to her how this woman was a nurse, but then again she'd seen who Leslie becomes when she's drunk so there wasn't much to hold against her.

"Nope, ain't there," Ann laughs, and it's starting to get uncomfortable.

"Isn't there some gross dude waiting for you somewhere here?" April asked, pointing her drink around the whole of the bar, sure that she'd eventually land on the guy – guys, even.

"Nope," the other woman answered shortly, looking down in her drink.

For a second April wondered what had brought her to the nightclub then, but that was squashed immediately by a cavalcade of insults all lying in wait. They all seemed to come out empty in her mind though. That was definitely different, April thought.

"Sorry," April found herself saying, unsure what she was even supposed to be sorry about.

It wasn't that she hated Ann. There wasn't so much a hate there as much as April would call it an intense loathing, peppered nicely with a disrespect and annoyance that made that loathing taste sweetly of total disdain. Very few people in Pawnee, let alone the world, deserved that kind of dislike but April could cook it up for Ann. That was all just for Ann and that's what made it so bizarre that her first instinct was to try and empathize with the woman. For what reason, April couldn't tell but she had said it and Ann clearly noticed the sincerity in her voice.

"Thanks April," she says and for a second April's worried there might be a hug or Ann would say something else nice.

Luckily, all that comes out of this exchange at first is silence. Or the little silence there can be found in a grungy nightclub on a Saturday night, but still it was definitely better than the screeching that was coming out of Ann.

"Hey, hey," Ann turned around in her seat in the booth and stared directly at April or at least tried to, "hey… April."

"Hey Ann," April's actually a little concerned just how much the woman's drank, but she definitely won't voice that ever.

"Hey, I know you hate and that's, like, that's cool man," she slurs and puts a hand on April's shoulder. "But I really wanted to con-congratulate you guys – you and, and Andy."

"Uhh, thanks," she responded, not sure what to do other than let her go on whatever tirade she thought necessary. "It, uhh, definitely doesn't mean anything coming from you."

"Yeah, yeah," Ann laughs again and she's all flushed and clearly gone beyond recognition, "I just mean, like… y'know? I mean it's so cool. I had all these super high minded ideals for Andy… like, maybe he'd, like, change or whatever."

Her speech was becoming more and more of a mess, frequently dipping into a mess of syllables that April kept trying to decipher without success. She'd settle for just about anything to make out one consonant from another but Ann started swaying and focusing and refocusing her eyes on April.

"Y'okay, Ann?" April asked warily, unsure if she should prepare for a surprise expectorate or not.

"You guys, though, that's real y'know? Like, you don't give a shit that he's just Andy…" Ann trailed off, taking another drink from the tall glass in her hand. "You don't care and that's awesome – you just, y'know, you love him for him. I never could do that, y'know?"

Whether she liked it or not, April had to smile at that comment because at that same time Andy had walked out into the central dance floor and been dragged into dancing with three other people. He couldn't keep up with any of them, and he could barely dance to begin with, so all he ended up doing was tripping one of the girls and spilling some other guy's drink. Rushing over to the booth where April and Ann were, he very nearly knocked Ann over in his rush.

"Hey babe," he nodded to her, sitting down across from them. "Hey Ann!"

"Hi Andy," she mumbled and finally stood up after two unsuccessful attempts. "I'll leave you two… married people alone."

"Later, Ann," Andy shouted to her and despite the sheer quantity of whatever was spilled on him had a gigantic grin on his face.

After Ann left he moved over next to April in a spot where they could watch over the whole dance floor and pick and choose the dumbest people to make fun of. It was probably April's favorite pastime at the Snakehole, especially considering the clientele on the weekends. There weren't many times they did this that she had ever been bored and now that Andy was nuzzling her neck and his hand was riding up her dress it definitely wasn't going to get boring any time soon.

"Oh, what did Ann want?" he suddenly asked and whatever mood he was trying to set melted immediately with that name.

"Nothing," she growled, pushing Andy's hand back to where he had so cruelly removed it.

"Come on, you didn't look like you wanted to kill her," he didn't change his movements but now she knew he was figuring out a tactic he could use against her.

All April could think was that she kind of liked how dirty it was. In the middle of the nightclub, fairly easy to see, and now he was demanding things from her. She knew he could withhold this from her, and she just went with it.

"Oh, she was too busy slamming drinks to say anything too important," she pushed her hips closer to Andy's hand but he gave no quarter.

In fact all he did was give her another expectant look, and April was starting to lose patience with the mood and the situation. Good Lord, April thought, she just wanted him there and then.

"Whatever, she had a bunch of gross nice things to say to me," this time she grabbed Andy's wrist and gave him no way out.

"That's sweet," but April was standing up now, and had pulled him by the wrist to the entrances of the Snakehole.

They walked out, Andy's hands wrapped around her hips and holding her against him while a few people looked on. No one called the cops on them that night, at least from what April could tell. There wasn't a whole lot she could differentiate anymore anyways. To her there wasn't much to think about in the front seat of Andy's car other than to be thankful for how short she was and the folding seats.