A/N: Hey there guys and gals, Archimedies here bringing you the sixth chapter of this one-shot extravaganza. This one was suggested by a reoccurring reader, fairytailasaurus. I hope I was able to keep my pledge of quality. Next is a Dirk/Jane shot, so keep watch for that. But after that is up in the air, so if you have an idea for a one shot, drop it in the reviews or a PM, and I'll begin work on that pretty much immediatly. But, that aside, if you enjoy, make sure to drop a favorite or a follow, and once again, if you have an idea, don't hesitate to beat me over the head with it until it's done. And, as always, stay Jammy, you beautiful people you!

Story 6: Hot Coffee.

"Have a good day!"

The rather handsome man on the other side of the counter gave her a smile, and walked away with his coffee. Jane gave a sigh and looked down at her watch, frowing and stepping away from the till, letting one of her co-workers take over as she made her way out the back of the building. Leaning against the wall, she took a deep breath, and closed her eyes for a second. Guess today just wasn't the day. Neither had been the day before it, or the day before that...But it was bound to happen.

"It" Was the day she'd meet her soul mate. And while that seemed like a lofty thing to expect, Jane was nothing if not ambitious, and that heart combined with the rose-tinted thoughts of a hopeless romantic were a potent combination. Add to that a childhood of sickly-sweet rom-coms and page-turners packed with hopeful heroines, finally finding that special someone, even in the most mundane of circumstances, and you ended up with an unholy mess of dreams and wishes.

And that mess was named Jane Crocker. She'd picked a job at the local coffee shop. Partly because the money was good, and partly because that seemed to be a hotspot for sudden romance and blossoming feelings. They had yet to reveal themselves, but she was sure they would. But not today. She pushed off from the wall, and began to walk away from the shop, heading home after her long, long shift. No such luck today.

It didn't take her long to end up at the door of her apartment. She unlocked it and shoved it open, not really thinking, on autopilot really.

Open door. Get changed. Grab book, slap on the T.V, and lay on the couch 'till it's time for bed. The checklist of life.

But she'd been on the couch barely an hour when her phone beeped. She pulled her phone from her pocket, to see it was Jake messaging her. Something about a party in the evening. She blew him off quite easily. He knew very well she'd rather sit at home with a good book then "hang" at a party. Besides, she'd just got to the best part of her book.

The plucky, world wise heroine had just concocted a genius plan to ensnare her potential lover. All the intrepid adventurer had to do was...

Get into a party.

Jane facepalmed, all alone in her room, before snatching up her phone, and calling Jake. How could she have been this stupid? Coffee shops were great and all, but where else was a young girl like herself to find a lover?

At a party she didn't really want to be a part of.

That's how it always went! She assured Jake she'd most certainly be at the party, yes she'd changed her mind, don't act so surprised, she just had to get dressed. She tossed the phone down on the sofa and started clawing through her wardrobe.

This was it.

This

is

happening!

Fast forward a few hours, and she got out of Jake's car to find herself in front of a large house. Who it belonged to, she wasn't sure of. But that wasn't really important. What was important, was the large amount of people milling about both inside the house, and pouring out into the front garden. One of these people, one of them was bound to be the one. Wait, no. Make that:

The One.

There we go. Some Matrix shit up in here.

Irrelevant movie referances aside, she followed Jake through into the crowded living room. A dozen or more people were drifting around, making boisterous conversation. She followed Jake through into the kitchen, and turned to him. Or, tried to. By that point he was already gone, presumably in search of some witty, slightly slurred repartee.

And with not much else to do, she snatched a drink from the side, plonked herself down, and waited for love.

And yet, nearly an hour later, love had not made itself known. Maybe love hadn't got the memo, but there was a lonely girl, sitting at a table, with only several empty glasses in the way of company. That was normally love's cue to get its shit together and come flying on the scene like the motherfucking kool-aid man.

"Oh yeah" My ass.

She gave a great sigh, and looked down at herself. Maybe it was the outfit? She couldn't be underdressed. It was just a nice skirt and a good blouse. Oh fuck it.

She looked down at her watch and gave it half an hour before she hurried on home. Time to mark this down as a complete and utter failure-

"'Ey baby, what're you doin' here?" This undeniably smooth remark was followed by a quiet hiccup.

Jane looked up from her watch, to find a girl who was equally undeniably drunk staring down at her, bottle of Jack in hand.

"Erm..."

She honestly didn't know what to say.

"Hey, don't worry, that can be rhetorical if you want" With that she threw herself in the chair across from Jane. "But this one ain't. What's up? Other then you. 'Cause you look down? Like...Shit!" She slapped a hand to her forehead.

"I look like shit?" Jane watched in amusement as she flailed her hands, sopping liqour arcoss the table.

"Fuck! No! Like, that was the end of my sentance, and, I fucked up the metaphor, so like, exclamation n' shit" She slumped. "Know what? Fuck it. Never mind-" She tried to stand, but Jane waved her down.

"No, no, don't worry! Just maybe...Try again?" She gave a great sigh of relief and sat back down.

"Ok...Yeah. I'll start again" She took a deep breath, a swig of Jack Daniel's, and began again.

"Hi! My name's Roxy...And uh, you looked upset, so I came to talk you up- Like, talk your mood up! Not...Fuck!" Jane giggled.

"No, no, that one was good, it was good" She shook her head. "And yeah, I'm feeling upset"

"Aww, what's wrong?"

"Well, I know this will probably sound weird, but I was kind of hoping...To meet someone, you know? Someone special" She facepalmed. God, that sounded stupid out loud.

"Oh...Cool!"

"What? Really?"

"Yeah" She gestured at the bottle in her hand. "I just came here for an excuse to get smashed"

Jane laughed, and shook her head.

"Really?"

"Yeah! No bullshit"

"Damn...That's awesome"

"Naw! You're way cooler! Fucking quest for true love shit!"

And so the night continued, laugh after laugh, story after story. And eventually, the night came to an end, as people began to file out and Jake walked up to the table.

"Hey, Jane. I'm gonna leave now? You coming?"

Jane groaned, and looked down at her watch to see it was getting close to sunrise.

"Wow! Time went fast...Gosh Roxy, I'm going to have to leave you"

Jane stood up from the table, and grabbed her purse only for a blanket of affectionate drunk to drape itself over her shoulder.

"Not just yet! I'll...I'll, I'll, I'll walk you out. Or, you can walk me out, c'ause I don't think I can walk anymore..." jane gave an insincere growl, and staggered to the door, somewhat smothered by a bob of blonde hair.

"C'mon Roxy, you need to let go-"

"Nooooooooooo"

"Roxy"

"Noooooooo"

In response, Roxy slumped off her shoulder, and clasped her hands around jane's waist instead.

"Look! Look! I can walk man...Woman. Yeah"

Jane, for her part, blushed and gave a worried glance to Jake. Only to see he was trying his best to conceal laughter. No help there.

"Erm...I don't think..."

"C'mon! I'll lead you to your car. Like a gentleman. Gentlewoman. Fuck it, genders are annoying"

She was true to her word, and Jane pointed out Jake's car to have Roxy half lead, half drag her to it. They stopped by the door.

"So, erm...Goodnight? It was really good meeting you..."

Fuck. She didn't want this to end, not yet.

Roxy, smiled, frowned, and then grinned again.

"Wait! I know...I'll give you..." She whipped a notebook from her pocket.

"My number!"

Yes. So much yes. Jane smiled.

"Sure! I'd love-like that!" Oh no. That was an awkward faux-pau. Hopefully she wouldn't notice-

"Oh! Love it, would you? Ah wonk wonk"

Shit. She noticed. Jane was still trying to contain her blush when Roxy tore a page out of her notebook, and handed it to her. Her name was printed in sloppy italics, and under it was scrawled:

Clal for a good time ;D Wonky face

*Call* *Wniky* *Wiky* *Fuck*

Jane blushed even harder, and looked up from the note, to find Roxy trying her best to emulate the emoticon on the note.

"Erm, I'll...I'll call you" And when she said that, she meant it.

"And I'll answer!"

With that, Roxy slapped her arms around Jane, slopping liqour down her back. But Jane was less worried about that then the sudden warmth of lips on hers. It lasted for only a few seconds, but then Roxy swayed back and grinned, before turning and walking away.

Jane climbed into Jake's car, completely dazed. And as they pulled out of the drive way, she looked in the mirror to see Roxy disappear into the house.

Huh. So it belonged to her. She hadn't found love, but she had been face-battled by a drunk rich girl.

And that was pretty much love.