A/N: BeLengendary: Thanks for those kinds words. Not a lot appreciate my investments in this legendary show. I've watched every episode 3 times, and I'm excited for the final season.

Chapter 3- Lucky Penny

About 3 hours later, things had gotten a little foggy. My vision was like looking through a smudgy pair of binoculars, and I tripped up a few times. But other than that, I remember most of what happened that night.

I sat up from the couch to see Mark fail at doing the limbo bar: he fell as soon as he brushed up against the bar.

"Dammit, I am so wasted right now, Ollie." Said Mandy, sitting down beside me. This is what I hate most about being a bartender: the drunks I have to face when they go a little too far with drinking. That's one of the very few things I hate about my job.

"So what went on today, Mandy?"

"Oh you know, busker stuff." She said. She plays guitar in Juno's band, and on street corners as a smaller job. "Had to deal with some homeless psycho who tried to make off with the money I made today."

"Anything good?"

"All I remember standing out was a penny from 1939."

"Whoa. Better hold into it. It might be worth a pretty penny, no pun intended. Can I see it?"

Mandy put her hands in her pockets and set her change out. I saw several pennies through the pile, but none marked from 1939. The earliest I saw was from 1976.

"What the hell? It's not here! Where is it?" Mandy starts digging in the change right before passing out.

"J! Mandy just passed out!"

Juno came over. She seemed a bit tipsy too, but I could tell she could see just fine.

"I wouldn't worry, Ollie. She was drunk when she got here. C'mon."

Juno helped me get Mandy into her room, and onto the bed.

"Tough day?"

Juno sat down sighing, wiping her brow. "You could say that. Cindy had a hard time with getting the supplies for the punch. I always get this idea that she hates me. Did she ever say anything to you like that?"

I hesitated. "Honestly, I think you wouldn't like the answer."

"I get it. I've stolen her boyfriends a few times. I really don't mean to."

"Don't say that 'bird's gotta fly, fish's gotta swim' crap to her. She wouldn't like it."

"Yeah. I know. Truth is, most of those guys want a one night hookup. I'm looking for something a lot more."

"Like a long term relationship?"

"Bigger. I want to find the 'one.'"

I've heard this crap before. Every girl like her dreams of finding that guy.

I sat down beside Juno. "Why are you worrying about it now? You're 23, Juno. Focus on having the life you want for yourself before you meet that guy. I don't have full confidence I'll meet my future wife anytime soon. But I don't worry. You shouldn't worry either."

"Heh. You're right, Ollie."

"Damn straight, I am."

We walked back into the living room and flopped onto the couch.

"Still, wouldn't it be just hilarious if the 'one guy' for me were to walk right through that door right now?" She said laughing.

I heard a crash as I saw someone enter the apartment. A guy who looked to be around my age with spiky brown hair, and brown eyes. He looked like he was so drunk, there was only a small amount of blood left in his alcohol stream. He then yelled out, "I'M BACK, BABYDOLL!"

I looked at Juno, and she just stared in awe. "Make that the second guy to go through that door." She said.