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Underworld aftermath(panlix oneshot)

God, the Underworld sucked.

That was all Peter could think. There was nothing there to do.

He had no friends (his closest "friend" was the Blind witch at the dinner).

Cora hated his guts.

Nobody ever came into the shop (yet Peter found that as luck, for he had no idea how to pawn).

AND just to make things worse, he still was unable to find Felix, the lost boy who was loyal to him through thick and thin.

Peter soon found himself reading a romance novel he had found on the ground outside the deserted library.

EVEN WORSE, Peter found it enjoyable. He, Peter Pan, was reading a woman's romance novel that had a raunchy cover of a man holding a woman close to his bare chest as he practically shoved her against the table with one hand while the other fumbled with the woman's blouse.

But the story was nothing like it was on the cover. From what Peter has read so far, it's about a girl who's about 18 and she gets around the school pretty easily buy selling her body to the night for money to pay for her textbooks and meals and all, but once it's gets to a certain client, she has second thoughts about taking his class after she does her 'services'.

It's interesting in Peter's opinion.

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Peter had his nose in the book when the bell above the entrance door ringed. Peter looked over the edge of his book to see who on earth had dared to disrupt his reading time.

A girl with blonde hair and blood red highlights that was pulled back by a black string came strutting in. She was dressed in a short dress that cut above the knees. It had patterns of a deck of cards on it with a small white apron tied around her waist. She had black fishnet stockings on with black, leather, knee-high boots.

Her skin was pasty and pale and her eyes had purple bags under them. Her blue eyes seemed foggy, hazy, and bloodshot all at the same time. Her pale, pink lips looked cracked and dry and her nose was red and she continued to sniff.

She stood in front of the glass counter, drumming her dry, cracked, clammy fingers before him as though she was waiting on him.

Peter pushed his face farther into his book.

"We're closed." He mumbled. She didn't move. She simply sniffed again without breaking eye contact with Peter.

Peter growled and slammed his book closed. He tossed it to the side and mimicked the girl in front of him.

"I said we're closed." He hissed through his teeth. She scoffed.

"Like I care." The girl pushed herself off the counter and started to scan the shelves of antiques. "Got any coke?"

Peter furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to remember what the hell coke was, but then he remembered. It was a drink that the blind witch had told him was good, she had left some in the back in case he ever wanted any.

"Err...yeah?" Peter said eyeing the girl. She quickly turned around and practically ran to the counter. She had on a huge smile that showed her yellowing teeth. Peter cringed. "But first you have to tell me your name."

"Alice, Alice Carroll." She rushed. He nodded.

"Well, Alice. I'm Peter, Peter Pan." he said.

"Yeah, I know. Now how much is it?" she said reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a wad of cash and began to file through it.

"Umm... well how many you want?" Peter asked, heading back behind the curtain.

"Two bags please." Alice said. Peter furrowed his eyebrows again but nodded slowly.