Wayward Western

;;Chapter 2- Howdy;;

Two weeks later: Tatina had been researching another one of her targets. This one, a boy who had been harassing one of her major clients' daughter, Nobelle Robertson, child of Craig Robertson and Rosemary Robertson. The boy's name is Diesel Washington. He's a common street thug who moves around a lot without a pattern. A bullet to his head was what she was getting paid for and for proof, she had t bring back his wallet. At the same time period, she decided to drop by the house of the girl she almost murdered for nothing. Tatiana had an attitude and a habit of keeping her secrets that sent all her friends running. She wasn't really considering having an Eastern be her friend, but it'd be nice to have a place to stay in the East. She planned using Alexandra and maybe even find some entertainment in the far too sweet girl. She packed up some items and left to climb the wall.

Alex walked home from her job as a bartender down the street. She was chilly in the short skirt and light blouse that she had to wear for her uniform. She had taken two weeks off to allow her ankle to heal, staying in her apartment, so it was her first day back at work. As she reached her apartment, she unlocked the door and took off her favored Chuck Taylor's, and stepped into the kitchen.

The fridge was open, fruit was scattered across the floor, and the fridge light showed splashes of mud that looked suspiciously like blood. Tatiana sat on the counter surrounded by half eaten snacks as she bit into a sandwich.

Alexandra's heart rate escalated dramatically. She flipped on the lights, setting eyes on Tatiana. She had another vision and she fell against the wall, crying out with pain. She came back to reality.

"What the hell are you doing here," Alex said. The rush from her vision gave her the confidence to stand up to the stranger who almost killed her.

Tatiana looked up with her mouth full. "Mmtig." Her cheeks were puffed out.

Alex scoffed. "You know what I meant. Why are you here?"

T took a moment to swallow her food before speaking. "I just got done with a client request and I was hungry. Thought you might have a snack," she joked.

Alex slumped against the wall. "Why are you in my apartment? Eating my food? How do you know where I live? How did you get in?"

Tatiana simply pointed to the open window, even though they were on the fifth floor and there was no catwalk.

"I came to say hi, and you have some really nice snacks." She took another bite of her sandwich.

"Okay. Whatever. Get out. Last time I saw you, you pointed a gun at me and I twisted my ankle." Alex began picking the fruits off the floor. "Are you a Western? Why are you in the East?" She picked up a rag and began to clean up the mud.

"Last time I saw you, you stalked me and got me arrested. I didn't twist your ankle. I don't even know how that happened." Tatiana shrugged.

"I fell off the stupid roof! I couldn't go to work because of you!" Alex, suddenly realizing how short her uniform was, pulled it down, still cleaning up the mud.

"I never told you to do that, I told you to take the catwalk down. Jeez, calm down." Tatiana continued to munch on her stolen snacks, which only frustrated Alex more.

"Calm down? I have a crazy Western in my house! Eating my food! Which, by the way, I expect payment for." Alex got off the ground and threw the now disgusting rag in the sink.

"I am perfectly sane!" Tatiana argued.

Alex huffed. "Fine. What is a perfectly sane person doing in my apartment?" She stepped closer, hoping to intimidate her.

Tatiana rolled her eyes dramatically. "For the last time, I told you I would look you up and did and now I'm here. Now keep your voice down before someone calls the cops! I need your help with something but now I'm starting to think that you aren't worth asking." Tatiana set down her sandwich, having lost her appetite, and crossed her arms over her leather-clad chest.