Wow! I honestly didnt expect 2 whole chapters in the first day this story went up. Alright, here is chapter two, I had it ready in advance because I'm just that good. This one is with Lillie interacting with her dog, figuring out her life is in shambles and deciding to take it all up into her own hands by going to bars and drinking away her sorrows. Yipee! Next chapter is going to be introducing the villains and the world of Disney. And of course, soon too come, meeting the new neighbor. Oh, that'll be fun. Becasue we all know that moving into a city, and even an apartment building, filled with people who like hurting others and have plans for you while you poke around their personal lives, is just the greatest thing in the world. R&R please! And give me ideas! I love those to death!

"So what do you think of this one?" Lillie asked as she held a dress in front of herself. "Too revealing? Or revealing enough? Because honestly, I haven't been with a guy in months. And don't say that a movie night with you counts. Because it doesn't."

Bartleby, her giant Old English Sheep dog, looked at her lazily, his long tongue lolling out, and gave her a blank stare from his place on the bed.

"Oh don't look at me like that. Look, you know I love spending time with you! But a real relationship is something a girl needs."

Bartleby yawned and then proceeded to drool on her bed as he began to doze off.

"Do not worry though." She continued, putting away the dress and taking out a little red one that she loved. It had a low v-neck and only went to her thigh. Perfect for picking up men at bars. "You will always be a big part of my li-" She stopped and stared, then rolled her eyes. "Aaaaand you're asleep. Perfect. The one guy in my life and I still cant hold his attention for more then ten minutes." She gave a sigh. "All men are the same."

Lillie lived by herself in a one-bedroom apartment on the tenth floor. Well, not totally by her self. Her dog Bartleby did take up a permanent residence. Sometimes it did seem like he was invisible, whenever he hid in his favorite spots in the closet, taking up the entire bottom of the floor with his massive body. But he wasn't really one for being ignored, and so his presence was usually known when he decided to sit on her while she watched a movie on the couch. And especially at night when he decided he didn't want to be alone in the kitchen and instead wanted to sleep with his beloved master. Of course sleep with was a term used lightly, as usually his body took up the entire bed and he ended up suffocating her to the point of her moving to the couch.

She did love her dog though. He was the only real man in her life, as she so often said. And was, in many ways, the only real person in her life. And he was in every way better then her mother. A lot better then her mother.

And so, after giving Bartleby a pointed glare for already stealing her bed, she went to the bathroom to change and get her makeup perfected.

It didn't take long. By 6:30 she was ready and calling a cab.

She went into the bedroom one last time and shook the large dog awake. He looked at her with a groggy expression. "Listen Bart, I'll be back by 11 latest."

He looked at her once again without much interest.

"Oh, don't worry." She said, obviously taking his expressions to be more meaningful then they really were. "I wont get too drunk. I mean really, what do you expect me to do? Shot's all night?"

"Hey! Darling! One more round for me and my friend." Amaryllis pointed to their once again empty shot glasses, giving the man an impatient wave of her hand. Then she turned back to her drunk friend, who was now gripping the table as if her life depended on it, afraid to fall. "Okay, so tell me again. What did Will make you do?"

"Ugh, he's making me do this crazy thing. Are you ready?" Lillie looked Ama in the eye, hoping she could understand her slurring.

Her and Amaryllis had gotten to the bar an hour ago and she had told her strait away that the trip to her boss' office had been nothing but bad news. When Amaryllis had pried she had agreed to spill, but only after she had at least dulled her sorrows. Five shots later not only were her sorrows dulled, but her lack of judgment as well.

"Well." She said lazily. "First, this guy calls me up to his office, and he says to me 'Lillie I got a job fer ya."

"Yeah. Right, okay."

"An' ya wana guess where he tells me ta go?" She leaned against the table. "Disney. He says D'sney."

"NO."

"YES!" Lillie grabbed the now filled glass and the shaker of salt. "Okay, now how should I do this one?"

"ooh ooh, salt your WHOLE tongue, an' then take the shot and then eat the lime."

"Okay, here I go!" She salted her tongue and then quickly twitched her head back, downing the shot. She let it settle, hating the taste but loving the feel, and then grabbed the lime, shoving it in her mouth. "It's a goo' thing I 'ont ave a car." She said, drowsily. "Or else we'd be in biiiig trouble."

"Amen to that." Amaryllis downed her own drink, making a face after sucking on the lime. "So what'dya think the princesses are gonna say when you go looking for a bar."

"I'm not an alcoholic Ama. I jus' drown my sorrow's in tequila."

"Yeah, but they don't drink. Or have multiple relationships. Or bring guys home."

"Yeah, and so far my luck with guys is as good as theirs."

"No, girl. They at least got a guy. You don't"

Lillie snorted. "Ugh. I'm so damn screwed. Then… then I got all of those other people to deal with." She observed her empty glass with some mournfulness. "An' I gotta go through the visa paperwork. An' whatabout Bartleby."

"What about 'im?"

"He can't stay here. He goes with me everywhere. You know that."

"Ah. Well, you could sneak him in."

"He's a 170 pound Old English Sheep dog. I'd 'ave no chances with that!"

"Yeah. That't true." They elapsed into silence.

"You know what?" Lillie finally said, standing up and grabbing the cahir nearby to steady herself. "I'm leaving soon. I'm gonna have my life ruined in a few days. Let's visit every damn bar in town. I wana have a hangover tomorow bigger then the empire state, an' I wana enjoy it!"

Her friend stood, smiling drunkenly. "That's the spirit! Take it like a real trooper." She dropped the amount of money owed on the table and walked out with Lillie close behind.

"But the only problem is," Lillie added while she was leaving. "I can tell that I'm really gonna have to deal with a lota self loathing for getting this drunk."

Amaryllis turned to look at her. "Yea, probably. You're gonna hate yourself for the next few day's. But do ya care?"

Lillie looked at her friend. Then she shook her head with a smile. "Nope. Let's go hate ourselves." She giggled and then ran out, calling a cab, already feeling the self-loathing coming on.

Lillie awoke the next morning with hardly any memory, a nausiating headache and the urge to hate herself. She was in bed, though how she got there was a mystery. Her dog had settled in next to her, but when he got there was too a mystery. Small parts of what had happened the night before were fuzzy, but beginning to form. However, before they all came to close to being revealed she shut them out, not really wanting to know what she did. That might just bring out the full on self loathing and too much denial for her too take.

She looked over at the clock. It was already 11 AM, work for her started at 9. That was just fantastic.

She left her bedroom, stumbling around. Sometime during that she grabbed two aspirin from the cabinet above the bathroom sink and a cup of water.

Her answering machine was beeping like crazy, with ten messages all from her boss asking her where the hell she was. Two messages from Amaryllis asking if the self loathing had kicked in. And one from her mother, reminding her the her sister was once again doing better then her, and why wasn't she married yet.

She deleted them all.

Going into the kitchen she grabbed a bowl and the cornflakes, filling it up and crunching on then loudly. She checked the fax machine next and sure enough, the information was all there just like Mike had promised. She sat down at the small kitchen counter on a stool and looked it over as she popped the dry cereal into her mouth.

Dear Lillie,

Sorry this is in so late, but I didn't have all of the information myself until now. Tomorrow I'll give you your plane tickets and flight times, but for now here's all the rest of it.

Sincerely,

William Peirce

P.S. There is a brochure of your new home included.

She moved the letter aside to read the information on the next page.

Subjects: Villains and Heroes

Arrival Date: August 25th

Predicted End Date: April 25th

Housing Address: Royal Apartments, 125 Princessa Street; Apartment Number 436

Work Hours: Unlimited

Vacation Days: Holidays optional, Extra 2 weeks included

That was all that the sheet had on it. She sighed and flipped over to the next one. This one was just a pamphlet that had been scanned and then faxed. On it was a picture of a cartoon street and a cartoon building. The slogan "Royally Comfortable" Was across the top in black and white, but she was sure that the original was some bright cheery color.

There were a few pictures detailing bright open apartments with a small kitchen and one to two beds and baths in each. She was sure with her boss' cheap nature she'd be in a single for both.

A clicking of nails on the floor alerted her to the presence of her dog. She raised her head to see him trotting in. He collapsed on the kitchen floor and stared up at her with large brown eyes, begging to be fed. She just rolled her own, but did get out the dog bowls and located the dog food in one of the cabinets.

"Morning Bartleby." She said cheerily. "If our wondering how the night went," she set down the bowl with a loud clang, "I got drunk. Really really drunk."

He gave her an 'I knew you would but I don't care' look, and began to eat noisily, ignoring her presence all together. She just chuckled and gave her dog an affectionate pat on the head before getting up and changed for work. Her boss was going to kill her for being late, which at the moment wasn't ideal. After all, her head already hurt like hell. With the yelling she was sure it would explode.

I'll be on vacation for a few day's coming up, but I'll most likely be updating before I go tomorow as well. Please please please R&R and include ideas. If I get those, I can begin writing while I'm away! And I just love working off of things! It makes life 10x easier! XD

Alright! Hope you liked this and are on the edges of your seat for the next chapter coming up! Because I am super exited to start posting!

GALIMATIAS OUT! CHOI PEEPS! /(^_^)\