That easy money

Chapter one

Thursday

"No! Please!" I yelled. Now you may be wondering what is going on. Well, right now I am in a harsh argument with my manager he is saying I am not doing very well at my job and well, he is firing me. "Lena! You have been late 7 times in this last month! I am sorry Lena I have to." My manager said in a sad tone. He was actually a really nice guy! He didn't tell the café owner about all the times I was late and he even said that he will tell the owner I quit instead of was fired! "Okay. I understand" I said with tears welling up in my eyes. Not because I love this job or anything, it's because I am already in debt with my student loans and my rent is 1 week late and I have absolutely zero idea where I am going to get the money from. I just hung up my apron and walked my way out the door silently. I started walking to my apartment and I saw my neighbor Wesley. He was a nice guy and I was kind of interested in him. The only issue is he is a little "too interested" in me. "Hey cutie!" He said very flirtatiously "oh, um, hey Wes" I said in a neutral tone, trying to hint I am not that interested. I walked inside and he followed me up the stairs all the way to my room I don't know what he said all I heard was "blah blah blah" because I was completely zoned out and in shock from losing my job. Walked in my crappy apartment without even saying anything. Closing the door right in his face. I directly went on the computer and searched for jobs I found a place nearby called "lé chánté france" it was a French dining joint that was hiring for waiters and waitresses. I called and scheduled an interview for Monday at 4:00 than I found a water park called "mountain peak swimming hole" hiring life guards. I applied online and I will have to come in and do a simulation also on Monday, but this ones at 2:00-3:00. I log off the computer satisfied with myself because I scored two different interviews. I'm especially proud with the restaurant because free food! Hahaha I honestly seriously can't believe that I got these interviews so I decide to go out for a drink because duh! I don't have a car so I just go to the local bar called "Hamon's" where I always get my favorite drink: a strawberry banana margarita. They do not ID and I don't know why but that doesn't change that they don't. Though I am underage I am a responsible drinker. If I could go to any bar other than this (all the other ones check IDs) I would be the one responsible enough to stay sober to drive. The area I live in is not the nicest it is called stony brook. I know it sounds nice but trust me, it isn't. Everything that could go wrong, does. Robbery, gangs, sexual assault. You name it! So of course I make sure to keep a hand knife in my boot and my cash in my bra so if anyone tries to mug me I will act as if I do not have any cash. So it is important to be responsible when drinking or else you don't know where you will end up next. I am going into college this year hoping that the college will have good security and good teachers. But anyway, stony brook being stony brook, I was crossing the street and I heard "HEY! NICE ASS! LEMME HAVE A TASTE!" So for obvious reasons, I flick off the guy and use my 1cm acrylic nails and scratch all the way down the hood of his car. And I simply walk away and as he starts to pull away I say "OH AND ALSO, FUCK YOU" because I am soooooo mature! On a serious note, he deserved it so I don't even feel bad. Once I am there I am greeted by Vinne Hamon himself. He is the owner of this "fine establishment" that's what he calls it at least. I am a semi-regular here so I am quite good friends with Vinne "Hey Lena! What brings you here tonight?" "Well two reasons, the first is I am pissed because I lost my job, and the second is to celebrate that I got two interviews for new jobs!" "Well I don't know if I should be happy or sad" he said in a awkward tone "it's okay Vinne I honestly don't know either" we both laughed "well Lena you can have a margarita for free tonight to celebrate!" "Really?!-" I was cut off "if you try vodka" I had never tried that strong of liquor. Especially just hard liquor. "Vinne I don't know" I said nervously "please for me" he said in a stupid tone that was his attempt at trying to have me feel pity for him. "Fine" I said because I am celebrating right? I went in and I got my margarita first and than it was time for the vodka. I was nervous as hell and I didn't know if I would throw up or black out or what! But I downed it and had a sip of my margarita trying to wash out the gross taste of the vodka. I started feeling sick than I decided to go home. At least I tried. I could barely even walk. I didn't make it to the door. But, then, suddenly, that sickness turned into a amazing feeling. Was I... drunk? Later on I realized yep I was definitely drunk.

1:00

I am dancing on the pool table but I finally decided it's time to go, I shouted as if people would actually respond or even take me seriously: "BYE BYE ME IS GOING HOMMMEEEEEEE" and I knew I was drunk, I just didn't care, being drunk kind of distorted me so I forgot, I LIVE IN FUCKING STONY BROOK NO WALKING AT NIGHT ALONE!!!!! I started walking and saw a guy he was smoking and being drunk and dumb I yelled "DONT SMOKE ITS BADDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!" He was shocked because he didn't see me at first but once I came closer to the light he was standing under, he examined my entire body, "well hey there sexy thing" he winked "HI HI HI HI I LOVE VODKA!!!!! ITS THE BESTEST OF ALL TIME!!!" He simply laughed "come here" he said in a monotone voice and the last thing I remembered was him picking me up and swinging me over his shoulder.