Your Way [Vauseman Fanfic]

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.

There are some people who have a certain way; a way in which they are able to fill the largest of rooms with their personality, drawing each and every being in that room closer to them. They have the ability to leave part of themselves somewhere long after they have left, leaving those who experienced just a part of this person craving more. Alex Vause was one of those people.

Piper Chapman was more than aware that she was not one of those people.

Piper Chapman was beyond ordinary. She was quiet, kept her head down, handed in her homework on time and graduated from college with, what she would say was, an easy A. So as Piper Chapman walked into that bar only one week after graduation, with a poorly written resume in her hand she did not think that anyone would notice her save for the bartender whom she was forced to question about a job. The bar was a quaint and somewhat quiet establishment. Random groups of people sat in and around the centre of the floor just by the bar and the occasional straggler would wander in and out of the door, allowing the cold wind inside for a mere moment. Piper, of course, noticed the rowdy group that sat in the centre of the bar and she noticed the brunette with black rimmed glasses that framed rich green eyes. She noticed the tattoos that moulded the curve of her arm and the boisterous blue tips that contrasted the dark hair.

Piper noticed all but ignored all because she was not one of those people.

The conversation, however brief, with the bartender was average at best and Piper had no trouble hiding the disappointment and frustration she felt at being denied a job despite the fact she had put on her best smile and her cheeriest tone. The brunette had spoken to her also but seemingly only as a continuation of some running joke. Piper was not surprised because she was not one of those people that those people talked to. The brunette looked exciting, powerful and thrilling whereas Piper was bland and blended in with her surroundings. So when she ordered a drink and went against her original plan of leaving as soon as she was denied the job she surprised herself and felt obliged to wait until the bartender had returned with it. Piper knew, somewhere deep down, that she was hoping she would get another chance to talk to the brunette and that maybe she could become one of those people.

To Piper's delight, she was approached by the brunette only a moment later. She made some form of sarcastic remark that Piper was sure she would have laughed at if she hadn't been so excited at the fact that she was actually getting a chance to talk to the brunette. Even if it meant the brunette was making conversation out of Piper's expense. Piper barely noticed when the bartender placed down her drink as she stared into the green orbs that seemed more mischievous and dark up close. The perfectly coifed hair and neat makeup hinted at the brunette's personality, organised and responsible it said. This notion was, however, firmly denied by the blue streaks, tattoos and the manner that told Piper that the brunette did not take much serious. This was fascinating to Piper and it was that very fascination that seemed to inspire some courage into her and even allowed her to take up the brunette in conversation.

Piper was getting to know one of those people.

She found out the brunette's name was Alex. Alex, Alex that could stand for so many variations of a longer name. Even her name screamed 'that kind of person'. In truth, if Piper was asked to recall the first conversation she had with Alex she wouldn't be able to recant it. Her cheeks would flush and she would avoid your gaze in fear that you would somehow realise that she was smitten with Alex from the very first moment she had laid her eyes upon her. Alex was a far cry from the kind of person someone like Piper was expected to go for, end up with, fall for and that is part of what attracted Piper to Alex; that and the fact that she was incredibly intelligent and was extremely well read. Alex shared a common love of the written word much like Piper and they had talked for hours at that bar talking about authors and arguing over the important issue of fiction over non-fiction. Piper couldn't remember who won the argument.