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Taking a deep loaded breath, Piper prepared herself for the inevitable onslaught of questions that she would be bombarded by on the other side of the door.
It was eight p.m. which left her under an hour to get herself ready before her and Polly were due to meet up with some of their old college friends in a club downtown. Still flustered from her less than graceful exit from the bar, and that mysterious brunettes rouged lips, piercing eyes and contagious smile engraved into her mind it took Piper a couple of attempts to fiddle with her keys in the lock before Polly had taken pity upon her and opened the door to their modest apartment from the inside.
"About fucking time Pipes! Are you drunk already?! Where the fuck have you been? Polly had clearly been in the middle of getting ready, with her hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head in an attempt to keep it out of her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I got distracted. I lost complete track of the time" both of these statements were completely true. There was something about how easy and comfortable the conversation between her and Alex had been which had made her get lost in their own little bubble, which had only popped, by the distraction of her cell phone. "Pol, you do know that you've forgotten about your other eye right?" pointing out Polly's lack of eye make up on her right side.
"Yeah, well I got distracted by someone failing to open the door by herself" She commentated, hurrying off back into her room to finish off her makeup. "I'm guessing for the lack of coordination your job hunting was unsuccessful? Polly called from the other room.
"Yeah, something like that." Thinking over the past two hours, 'God why didn't I ask for her number' Piper knew the chances of her ever seeing her apocalypse escaping, resume scrutinising bookworm were slim in a city the size of New York. There was only one thing for it. She made her way into her bedroom, white walls meeting dark oak original floors, the floor bringing warmth to the very clinical feel of her rented room. The tiny space was utilised as much as possible, with all walls taken up by furniture. Her bed squashed into the corner donned beautiful heather Egyptian cotton sheets, which her mother had reluctantly bought her as a moving in present. The subtle colour breaking up the very bleached, clean room. Opposite, stood a very crammed bookshelf, which due to her recent free time had now expanded onto her bedside table where her newest conquests had been pilled. Quickly glancing around, one book on the bookshelf grabbed her attention, ''Little House on the Prairie' she smiled to herself. Flinging open her whitewashed wooden wardrobe, absentmindedly-throwing clothes over her shoulder onto the bed behind, she tried to find something to wear which would help her on her way to find someone to distract her from her current reoccurring thoughts of the girl in the bar.
Checking herself out in the full-length mirror built into her wardrobe, her tight little black dress left nothing to the imagination. Clinging to her hips and her chest in all the right places, Piper turned around, checked her ass out in the mirror and once satisfied sat about rescuing her new red heels from Polly's clutches. Breaking up the black in her dress just enough and matching her now rouged lips, her hair had been straightened and hung over, and concealed her cleavage which was certainly not hidden in her little black number. She was quite impressed by her miraculous transformation in just over 30 minutes. After being constantly pestered and reminded by Polly how long they had left Piper was relieved to be in the back of the yellow cab speeding towards 'Warehouse' another new club downtown.
Pulling up outside, it was clear how the club had gotten its name. A huge, red-bricked former factory exhibited an impressive new glass front, peering through the glass as they queued the club looked lively as the music ricocheted off the walls. The queue moved quite quickly and it wasn't long until Polly and herself were at the impressive bar that stretched down the entire length of the club.
Piper was pretty skilled in being able to catch the attention of the young flirtatious males that often worked behind the bars in the clubs she frequented on the weekends, tonight wasn't an exception, "Hey, what can I get you lovely ladies?" the cute blonde bartender flirted, not really being able to look at piper above the chest causing Piper to blush slightly.
"Umm.. two shots of tequila and two beers please."
Polly was a ridiculous lightweight and it didn't take her very long to wander off in search of her next prince charming. Due to the previous couple of Margaritas, after another beer Piper herself was feeling rather flushed and decided to join the packed dance floor. Pulled into the crowded area, Piper was quickly swaying her body to the beat of the music, failing to notice the eyes following her every move, analysing how her arms would delicately reach up into the air and then slowly guide back down over her body. She seemed lost in her own drunken haze, oblivious not only to Alex watching her from the balcony above but also several fellow dancers who had taken an interest in the cute blonde dancing alone.
Alex hadn't particularly wanted to go out that evening; she was quite content to stay in the bar that she had met the waspy yet completely adorable Piper Chapman in. What had started off as bet from one of her friends to pick up a girl using a book reference, took an unexpected turn when she found herself quite infatuated with the slightly awkward yet painfully funny Smith Grad. She had quickly forgotten about collecting her twenty bucks and instead regretted letting the blonde leave the bar with just a simple "I'll see you around". Never to be one out done by her mules, Alex found herself being dragged to a club downtown. Alex, although no longer drinking, decided to seize the opportunity to entice a few new girls into her clutches to be made into mules for her upcoming trip. It was the biggest shipment she had been given to organise so far, and she was finding the new responsibility both stressful and exhilarating.
Her quick acceleration through the drug ring was mainly due to her skills she was putting to work tonight. Most of the time, she didn't even need to make the first move. They were always the same girls, bi-curious college or newly graduated students who were intrigued by her confident manor and often abrupt and harsh sense of humour. They were enticed by the promise of adventure not only with Alex herself but the promise of travel Alex could offer them in her line of work. She found after buying them a few drinks most were almost always hanging off her every word. Her group of mules at her feet were fiercely loyal and only getting bigger which had impressed the higher ups in the cartel which had lead to her ever increasing work load.
Alex leant over the balcony, surveying the dance floor below like a predator hunting its next prey. That when she spotted her. Even in the darkness of the club, the flashing lights caught her ocean blue eyes. She looked different, no longer innocent and Bambi eyed like in the bar earlier, she danced with a sensual confidence that made Alex take a breath that she didn't realise she was holding. Alex hungrily scanned over her body, there she was. Piper Chapman.