Welcome to the Rainbow Factory

Ch. 8: For Richer

(Y/n) tossed and turned in her sleep that night as her dreams plagued her. Her memories plagued her as the visit from Wallace disrupted her thoughts.

3 Years Ago

It was a long day for (Y/n) as Wally had thrown a temper tantrum that almost completely destroyed their project. This project had taken months which she had lead through.

All that work, gone.

(Y/n) didn't leave the factory often, but when she did, her mind was at its limit. Sometimes getting away for a little while helped.

In the closest town was a bar. It was upscale and fancy with a restaurant attached to it. A live piano player danced their fingers across they keys creating the perfect atmosphere to enjoy.

(Y/n) would dress nice for this place, it wasn't often, or really at all, she was able to dress up outside of her lab coat and work uniform. A red dress covered her body with a black fur scarf that rest on her arms.

There was a routine for her, arrive at the bar, order the same drink, and chat with the bar tender while easing her mind. A guilty pleasure.

As she arrived the bar had one or two other people sitting, enjoying their drinks, watching the piano player. The bartender immediately approached her, he was familiar with her and knew her order.

"Vodka cranberry?" He spoke with a smirk.

"You know me too well." She smiled at him then waited patiently for the drink.

A tall man from afar had noticed her right away. He studied her from afar before approaching steadily then taking a seat next to her.

"What can I get for you?" The bar tender asked.

"Whisky on the rocks, buddy." His voice low as he spoke.

(Y/n) took a sip of her drink the moment she received it then set it down, looking into the pinkish liquid.

"You're (Y/n) right?"

She looked up at the man to see the familiar face of Wally, but it wasn't Wally. As she was about to speak he spoke up.

"I'm Wallace. Wally is my son." He was sure she worked at the factory, he'd seen her there before. "You work at his factory."

(Y/n) studied him for a moment before recognizing him and what his presence caused those days he'd visit.

"I do, and I clean up after your son when you leave." She rolled her eyes and took a drink of her vodka.

"What? Does he still have his little temper tantrums?"

"Little is an understatement." She sighed, "Every time you visit it ends in something destroyed."

"My apologies, Doll." He sighed, "We don't have the best relationship. It's a long story."

She nodded, "He has a temperament regardless."

Wallace smirked, "Heh, again, apologies, he gets from me."

"He gets his looks from you too. You guys look almost identical, aside from a few scars."

He gave her a sly grin, "Oh? You like what you see, Doll?"

She blushed a bit, "I'm just saying, is all."

Wallace laughed a bit, "I'm just messin' with you sweetheart. What brings you to a place like this anyway?"

She let out a sigh holding the base of her glass with both hands, contemplating to share her thoughts.

"Listen, I get it. You don't have to share with me." He spoke softly, "I learned though it's sometimes nice to talk to strangers, you know?"