#ragstarter

“I don’t get paid enough for this shit..” the blonde mumbled under her breath as she took the shot glass from the drunk man who reached over the bar trying to grab at her ass, she pushed him from the stool and the bar security escorted him out. Trapper’s was becoming overwhelmingly busy even with extra staff hired on. Alexei had the routine down, but her tolerance for the patrons in that place was growing thin. Tossing the shot down the drain she went and served more people and then turned to clean some glasses as some sloppy drunk hopped up on the bar counter and started dancing, “You have got to be kidding me.” Alexei stared up at the person and for a moment was unsure as to what to do, that wouldn’t cause her to end up with no job and assault charges. “Get down, before you hurt yourself, though that would save me some effort if you did,” she let the last half trail off as she set down the rag she was using moments before.

Roman had just moved into town, leaving his old life behind; taking only his fortune with him. He set up a nice place to stay and a job that would support his lifestyle easily. The only thing left to do was to get to know the people around town so Roman set out hoping to charm so people with his accent and quirk. He scanned the crowd for someone that peaked interest to no avail, instead he stepped up beside a complete stranger, nudged them with his elbow and asked “So what do y’all do for kicks out here?” His heavy texan accent had to sound strange in the city but it was one of the few things Roman brought with him that he liked. 

She left her apartment after getting home early that morning, showering off everything that had happened she quickly dressed and headed back out, stopping for a brief moment to pick the pup up into her arms that followed her around. As she exited the apartment after giving the puppy some love and headed out her building onto the streets, making her way straight towards the bar. It seemed the money she made there only went right back, it was then that she turned the corner just before reaching Trappers, deciding it was best to drink at a bar a few streets over. 

As Alexei walked she kept her gaze down, despite trying to force down the thoughts of everything that had happened she still seemed bothered as she walked. She so many things had fallen into her lap she was unsure where to even start, or where to actually stop. She stood on the street corner, her gaze looked about with no real destination. Intentions set on drinking though she found herself stuck there, immobilized by everything going on in her mind until she noticed eyes from a few yards away on her. She looked towards them, “Can I help you?” she asked.

 She woke up slowly, rolling over in her bed and stretching out to help waken herself faster. Alexei rolled over onto her stomach and forced herself up out of bed, it wasn't until she was standing that she noticed the room she was in was not her own. “Not again..” she cursed under her breath, she looked down her body. The first thing she noticed was how developed she all of a sudden was. “What the?” she ran her hands over her body, this was not the body of a sixteen year old girl. In a sudden panic she rushed to the bathroom and flicked on the lights looking at the face that stared back at her in the mirror. “Holy shit.” she gasped and as her own hands covered her mouth so did the person in the mirror. She looked older, no way was she sixteen, yet her last memory was a party she up and left. “What the fuck is going on?” she questioned herself in the mirror. Still freaked out by how the person looking back at her seemed to match her every movements. Once the shock set in she moved back to the bed room and took a better look. A small puppy laid curled up at the foot of the bed, and the photos about the room seemed her style, a few pictures even being of her with some people she knew now with how she should have been looking. “Did I slip into a freakin’ coma or something?” she questioned herself, though she doubt they would just leave someone like that in a bed, as if it were supposed to be another normal day. “What the hell is happening..” she was positive she wasn't on drugs in that moment, all of this was real. All she could do was leave the house, though she noticed she was still in pajamas by the time she reached the front door. She sighed and went to change, though she spent a few seconds staring at her wardrobe, it was so guyish.. even if it had a girly spin on it, she felt it looked too, lesbianish.

 Once she exited the front door she stood frozen staring down the row of apartment doors. “You gotta be kidding me..” She moved down the hallways and to the elevator. riding down until she was finally out of the building. Her heart raced with panic and confusion as she stepped out to the cold air, “This is not L.A...” she turned about herself before looking up and down the sidewalk. “Where the hell am I..” None of this made since to the girl. But whatever panic she felt, she quickly inhaled as someone walked by, she didn't move out of their way as the bumped into her, with a venomous tone she turned quickly and spoke up, “Excuse you...”