CRASH!

Fiona sat up quickly in bed, lifting her FUCK OFF sleep mask away from her eyes and over her messy hair and tossing it on her bedside table. She let out a rather long sigh before getting out of bed, slipping into a torn up T-shirt and a pair of lacey black underwear and opening her door. She started fast-walking down the hallway.

At the top of the stairs she yelled, "What the hell is going on down there? Can't a girl sleep past eight just once in this damn place!?"

She opened the door to the boys' room, noticing that Lip was nowhere to be found, and Ian was still face down in his bed, passed out. He'd probably been out late the night before getting high or something. God only knew! She looked towards Liam's bed and he wasn't in it, so she turned around, heading downstairs. She figured he'd be starving by now, unless Deb had decided to make him something to eat.

At the bottom of the stairs, she noticed Frank laying on the ground, stuck underneath a shelf. That must have been the crash sound that had so abruptly woke her up. She walked over to him, kicking his arm, and he grunted.

"What the fuck, Frank!? What are you doing!?" She asked the lump on the floor. "And where is Liam? He wasn't in his bed."

Frank let out a belch and said, "Deb.. She took him to the park.. Now get this damn shelf off of me."

Fiona flipped him off then turned to go back upstairs, not even bothering to help him.

Fuck him.. She thought to herself. He got himself into that mess, and she had more important things to do, like go back to sleep so she was well-rested for her club night later.

It was her third night running the club by herself, and she really hoped to make some actual profit instead of losing money like she did the first two nights. She was so tired of having the owner of the club rubbing it in her face and wanted one night where she could say, "I did it!"

Once she was in her room again, she put her sleep mask back on then laid down, letting out another sigh before pulling her blanket up over her face and passing out.

A few hours later, she sat up in bed, yet again pulling her mask off and tossing it on the bedside table. She rubbed her eyes for a few minutes to get the sleep out of them before crawling slowly out from under her warm blanket. Stretching when she got up, she looked around her bedroom, thinking about how badly it needed cleaned, but that she just didn't have the urge to tidy it all up.

Grabbing a clean towel (at least she thought it was clean when she smelled it), she made her way out and down the hall to the bathroom. Seeing the closed door, she banged on it with her first, yelling, "Come the FUCK on. I need a shower! GET OUT!"

She sighed when Carl emerged, and his most recent fling came out right behind him. 

"What did I tell you Carl?" She said to him angrily. "No more girls in the house when I'm sleeping.. What's so hard to understand about that?!" 

He flipped her off as he walked backwards and said, "Kinda' hard, Fiona. You're always sleeping."

Carl's bedroom door shut and locked behind them and Fiona went into the bathroom, closing the door and taking a few deep breaths before turning the water on, climbing into the tub and cleaning herself up.

A short while later, she climbed back out of the tub, first wrapping the towel she had grabbed around her hair, and then getting another clean one from the cabinet and wrapping it around her body. She brushed her teeth, then applied a bit of makeup, finishing that with a bright red lipstick.

Once the dripping water was absorbed from her hair, she pulled the towel off and quickly brushed it, letting it air dry so it would be curly. Curls matched her nice dress and made her look fancier. Then she went back to her bedroom, pulling her dress out of the closet, her towel falling to the floor. After unzipping the back of the dress, she slipped into it, then finished her outfit off with V's black, sparkly high heels she had been allowed to borrow.

She took a look at herself in her full-length mirror, admiring how well the dress fit what little bit of curves she had and amplified them, then grabbed her wallet from the dresser, went downstairs, told everyone goodbye and then made her way to the club.

The late summer night was a bit too cool for her preferences and she kind of wished she had brought a jacket. Where she was working was only a short distance away but she had still managed to get goosebumps all over her arms and legs and the chills every now and then.

She sped up her pace and about ten minutes later she arrived at the side entrance of the club. It was hard for her to resist going to the front entrance to see how long the lines were, but she knew she had already built up a bit of popularity, at least with the people she had talked with, so she knew there would at least be several people waiting eagerly to get in. Hopefully those people brought friends!!

Making her way through the hallways of the building, she finally got to the bar where she put her shoulder bag on the lower shelf and started checking her alcohol supplies to make sure everything was there that she needed for the night. When she was satisfied with that, she walked over to the band to make sure they were all set up. They said they were ready so she took one last look around the club, noting all of the decorations in their place, tables set up, chairs pulled out just so.

She nodded her approval and walked over to the bouncer that was guarding the front door, telling him, "Well big guy.. Everything is ready on my side. So you are welcome to open the door when YOU are ready! And thanks again for being here to help. Hopefully tonight you don't have to kick anyone out like the last two nights you were here!"

She smiled at him as she turned to walk back towards the bar, seeing that the servers and the bartender had arrived just in time for the doors to open and people to start flooding in. She just wondered what kind of crowd she would have that night! Loud and crazy? Or laid back and low key?

Sally stepped into the club, her heels clicking as she walked. She surveyed the hall before walking over to the hostess.

"Hello I am Sally. I am here to review your club for a magazine."

In truth, Sally wasn't much of a reviewer. It was just something she had picked up because it allowed her access to places and events that were otherwise reserved for the elite. Moreover, people always tried to impress reviewers - something she liked a lot.

Tonight, she wasn't here just for the review. Sally had learnt that sometimes, things were just as simple as the 'right place at the right time'. She hoped she could take away useful contacts from the evening.