Rachel's POV
'Now, that Jimmy had the nerve' I think to myself, whilst walking to work. Who in heir right mind thinks it's okay to follow someone home, after they have made it apparent that they do not like them?
It's the next day, at 5:30pm. I'm on my way to my night shift at the bar. It's the same shift I worked yesterday, 6:00pm until 11:30. That's the worst time. Families go home, and the creeps leave home. It's a Lot better weather today, however I still have my umbrella in my bag just incase. Instead of going through the alley, I decide to go the long way along the main roads. It takes longer, but I want to avoid Jimmy at all costs.
After a fairly longer walk, I reach the pub which I loathe so much. I take a deep breath before entering through the staff door. It leads me to a corridor which I know all too well, and I walk to the 3rd door on the left. It's a room with a sofa, fridge and set of lockers. As I walk in, I see my friend, Ella, all ready sat at the sofa, probably ready to start her shift with me.
"Hi," I say with a grimace.
"Hi Rachel," Ella answers, just as 'enthusiastic' as me.
I put my bag in my locker, making sure it's locked, so nobody can take anything. Knowing this place, in a few hours some guy will be drunk, and would probably find a way in here.
"You ready?" I ask Ella, turning away from my locker to face her.
"I guess," Ella answers with a sigh, as she stands up smoothing out her skirt.
"Right then, let's go," I go through the door first with Ella following me.
I enter the warm room, which still smells of the food which was served earlier. There's all ready two other of my fellow employees, Jamie and Frank. I set up near Frank, and wait for the mad rush of old drunks.
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St. Jimmy's coming Down across the Alleyway
FanfictionWhen Rachel was going home from work, she came across something strange, and meets a man named Jimmy, or as he prefers St Jimmy. At first he repulses her, but now, well we'll see...
