~~~~~I was in trouble, and I knew it. I had lost track of time in the bookstore. This really wasn’t that unusual for me, but I was two hours late. I was supposed to be back at eight, and now it’s ten. And I had to walk behind the bar to get home. Oh well. Not like any other people could “take advantage of me”. In all honesty I felt bad for the first person to try.



~~~~~“Gimme your money!” Someone was shouting farther up the alley. Wait, were they talking to me?

~~~~~“I ain’t got any money.” Said a second voice. Oh great, I’m already running late, now I have to save this poor bastard? I need a smoke. I pulled out a cigarette. That’s when I saw them. Unfortunately they saw me too. They were both big. One was huge. The huge guy had the other one pinned against the wall. The one against the wall looked drunk as hell.

~~~~~“Hey, Doll. Not gonna interfere are we?” The big one asked me. In response, I lit my cigarette and inhaled deeply. I held it in, savouring the nicotine. Did I really want to drain some of my strength to help this guy? No, but I couldn’t exactly leave him here could I? The man was still staring. I exhaled deeply and passed the cig to my right hand. I snapped my fingers and the guy passed out cold, starting to drool. Charming.

~~~~~“Woah! I don’t know how you did that, but it was totally awesome!” It was the guy against the wall. Obviously drunk as hell. Before I could respond they hunched over and hurled. I jumped out of the way just in time. These were new chucks, no drunk guy is going to puke on them. When the man’s stomach contents had been reduced to zero he spoke again.

~~~~~“Wanna go get some monster?” He asked after regaining posture.

~~~~~“Can you walk without falling over?” I asked hysterically. After a measly two steps, he ran into the wall. I giggled. He took another step toward me and fell over. I caught him, and slung one of his arms over my shoulders. Hmm… The Destroyer? It was printed on the back of his vest. Maybe a biker gang. Sweet! I’ve ran into a couple of them before. We hobbled into the bar and I looked for others. There was a small table in the back with some rowdy guys wearing similar jackets. As soon as I started walking that way, the guy grabbed a shot from the bar.

~~~~~“Ah-ha, no more for you mister. Quite enough alcohol in you for one night.” I put the shot on a passing by waiters tray and continued. We made it to the table. Sort of. I sat the man on a bar stool and asked the tallest one,

~~~~~“Is this one yours?” The second man looked bemused.

~~~~~“Afraid so, his name is CC.” He paused “I’m Andy” He stuck his hand out. I grasped it and shook.

~~~~~“Doll.” I replied.

~~~~~“No kidding.” A third man smirked, coming up behind me.

~~~~~“Don’t mind Ashley.” Andy said smiling. Apparently, CC had realized where we were.

~~~~~“Ash man, holy shit! She’s magic.” CC said slurring a bit. Ashley raised an eyebrow at me.

~~~~~“Some guy was trying to mug him in the alley, I just scared him off.” I look down and blush.

~~~~~“Ha! Scare em’ off? Snapped her fingers and he passed out cold.” CC yelled. This would have had a greater effect had he not hiccuped at the end.

~~~~~“Yes, well, best be off or I’ll be late for work. Nice meeting you.” I turned and walked out of the bar. They either think that CC guy is drunk or I’m off my rocker, either way I won’t be seeing them again. I walked two more blocks south before entering my tattoo shop.

~~~~~“Hey Micky, sorry I'm so late. I was at the bookstore.” I threw my bag and jacket at Micky who put them behind the counter for me. Micky sounded nothing like his name. He was 6” with soft brown hair and eyes, and lanky limbs. He was my best friend.

~~~~~“Any time love.” He kissed my forehead before exiting the shop. I crawled onto the little stool behind the counter and looked at my appointment book. Just one girl tonight. At midnight. Don’t ask me why people wanted a tattoo at midnight, that’s not my department. Besides we always got a few drunks in for tattoo’s they would later regret. Fun for me, not for them.
The lady’s appointment went fine. She got a little solar system on her foot, Mars being the biggest. Almost as soon as the door closed, the little bell rang again. Another customer.

~~~~~“Hey Doll.” I froze. It was the man from earlier. Ashley if I remember right.Along with his two buddies, and two others I didn't realize, all wearing similar vests.

~~~~~“Can I help you?” I replied nonchalantly.

~~~~~“Yea. Tat me.” He was still grinning. How absurd.

~~~~~“What would you like?” Business was business, and I needed the money.

~~~~~I ended up tattooing the word “COWBOY” With a guitar, cowboy hat, and horse across his left pec. We talked a little while I tattooed him. They were all in a band together. Andy, Jake, Jinxx, Ashley, and CC made up the five members of Black Veil Brides. They lived here in California and were currently off touring and recording until September. They held off bringing up the mugging until I started wrapping the tattoo.

~~~~~“So are you like Harry Potter or something?” Ashley asked me. I just raised an eyebrow at him.

~~~~~“CC said you snapped your fingers and made the guy pass out. Like magic.” He whispered the last bit, making shivers go down my spine.

~~~~~“Well, he’s drunk isn't he?” I tried to stay cool but I think they can tell. CC only reinforced this idea with dancing on the reception table to Madonna not five minutes ago. After that they dropped the matter, and soon left.

~~~~~Ten hours later, I traded shifts with Rick and went to pick up breakfast. And who do I run into? Just my luck, it’s CC. Coming to pick up his morning coffee at the same time as me. He offered to share a sit. So I agreed.
~~~~~“How are you even coherent? You were totally shit faced last night?” I had to wonder. I personally can only get drunk on a very rare occasion. (When I do, it’s pretty interesting).

~~~~~“Naw, I’m fine. I’m in a band remember? I’m used to it.” When he said this I noticed something. He twitches. His left knee keeps twitching. Huh. I thought I was the only one who did that.

~~~~~We talked for over an hour. Not once did he ask me about the mugging. He didn’t even bring it up, which was fine with me. It turned out we had a lot in common. Pugs for one thing. My little Annabelle was probably waiting for me at home right about now. We exchanged numbers and I left for home. Such a weird coincidence right? Maybe I could have a new friend? It’s so hard for me to make friends. Well, being what I am and everything.

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