The Lucky Gal

The train doors opened with a ding and I quickly pushed my way out onto platform. I jogged up the stairs and onto to London streets. My duffle bag was pulled closer to my body as I made my way thought down town and towards the club. My shoulders bumped against others, annoying me slightly. Music played loudly through my headphones, shutting out the loud bustling of downtown London. I made a sharp corner into the unfamiliar ally to where the guard was standing. I stood in front of him and pulled out my headphones as I rummaged though my bag, looking for the envelop. Finally I pulled out the blood red envelop with the white logo showing clearly, pulling it out of my purse and handing it to the bar. Ripping the envelop out of my hands the buff man took out the papers looking over them briefly before he shoves them back into my hands and stalked inside with an angry glare.

He came back out moments later with a beautiful woman. Her red hair was in a classic pin-up style, her curves and big bust strained in the tight, low cut dress that she wore and her green eyes sparkled with joy as they met mine. The women stood at the small 5 foot and 2 inches, but her dangerously high heals helped her stand an extra 6 inches taller. Their pale skin stood out against the dark bricks of the building and her face was full of excitement.

"You must me Alice!" She exclaimed as she grabbed me into a tight embrace. She pulled back quickly before taking a hold my hand and hulling me into the back entrance as she continued talking. "My name is Darien and I'm the founder and manager of the club. You will be working on the floor. There are only three of you that work the floor most nights. There at two bartenders and then you as the waitress. So I would get well acquainted with them, you will be spending a lot of time with them. Your job is to work the tables. Got it?" She paused giving me time to reply with a short nod. "This is your area were you can get ready for your shifts. Go ahead and get yourself ready and then go ahead and talk to the bartenders the floor. There's just over an hour until the club opens so good luck, and welcome to the Lucky Gal” She said happily before disappearing.

I took a look around; "my space" was closest to the door to the "floor". It was just a small desk with a mirror. At the bottom of the desk there were draws on the left and on the right it had a small cabinet with hangers to keep some cloths in. Above the desk was a mirror framed with light bulbs. I flicked on light switch next to the mirror causing the lights to turn on and for a smile to appear on my face. I arranged various makeup and perfume in the draws and various outfits I had been fitted for in the cube red.

I sat in front of the dressing table to get ready for my shift. I looked around the back stage at the dancers who also sat around there dressing tables getting ready for there nights of performing. I pulled my hair up into a classic 50’s look, reflecting the theme of the club. Winged eyeliner and bold red lips were applied to my face and a plaid shirt was tucked into my light high wasted jean shorts.

I quickly made my way to the floor door one I finished getting ready. I pushed the floor door open and took in the sight of the club. The door came out right off the side of the stage and faced the rest of the room. The stage looked onto the ground floor which scattered with round tables covered in deep red table cloths with a simple candle sitting in the middle of each of the tables. Black leather chairs sat around the tables. At the back of the ground floor there were steps that lead to the bar. The large bar was made of dark wood with a black counter. Black stools lined the bar and the exit door was located at tht the side of the bar.

"Alice!" Louis screamed as I approached the bar. The brown haired boys wasted no time to jumping over the bar and pulling me into a hug, lifting my feet a few inches off the ground. "Take a seat!" He exclaimed a he lead me to a stool before retaking his place behind the bar.

"You must be the new waitress! Any thing I can get you to drink love?" A tan, dark haired stranger asked me as he slung a white towel over his shoulder.

"Just a water please." I told him with a smile.

"Zayn, this is my best friend Alice" Louis told the stranger.

"Well Alice, it's very nice to meet you. Were are you from?" Zayn asked as he placed my water in front of me.

New York. I moved to London a week ago." I told him before bringing the glass up to my lips.

"She's living with Jordan and me." Louis added. Zany nodded, to show that he heard before he continued with his work. I leaned back and sipped my water as I let the boys go back to setting up for the night taking this time to take in Zany. His brown eyes concentrated on his task as he ran his fingers through his black hair that was styled in a quiff. His body covered his body and pricing scattered his face. My eyes were quickly pulled away from him as people started entering the club.

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I took the drinks off my tray and placed it onto the awaiting table, the men's drunken hands wasting no time to lift the drinks to there lips. My eyes meet the door as I attempted to make my way back to the bar. I froze when I saw the man enter through the door. His figure loomed over everyone else at 6'4 making him stand almost a foot over my small frame. He was well built with tattoos everywhere my eyes could meet. His curly brown hair was quiffed up in the front, showing off his lip and eyebrow ring. The attitude radiating off him and his group sent chills up my spine. The man sent a quick wave over to Zany before he and his group made their way to a large table in the middle of the ground floor, tossing the reserve sign that sat on the top of the table into the ground. I looked back at the bar, making eye contact with Lou before he sent me a reassuring nod before I timidly made my way over to the VIP table.

"Can I get you boys anything to drink?" I asked loudly over the music. Piecing green eyes meet mine as his pink lips turned up into a smirk.

"Looks like Devon hired a new waitress. She not to hard on the eyes is she boys?" The man said to the group sitting around him causing nods of agreement and hungry eyes to run over my body. "We will just take a round of scotch, followed by beer, and keep them coming. It's our regular doll, your learn." He smirked. I sent him a quick nod before I scurried back to the bar, feeling the tables eyes in my ass.

"He’s a regular. You better just learn his order now." Zayn told me as he sat the scotch on my tray as soon as I made it to the bar.

It was 2 a.m. by the time Louise and I made it back to the house. "I'm going I bed, Jordan’s probity already asleep." He informed me as he walked into his bedroom and I could help but smile at how far we both had come.

Lou and I had been best friend for 4 years. We meet the summer before my first year I high school, I was 14 and he was 16. He had just come to New York as an exchange student when we were placed in the same classes. He meet me at the lowest part of my life and still chose to be my best friend, which was astounding.

Throughout high school Louise struggled with coming out, I was the only one that knew. The two years ago Lou finished school and moved back to England. He came out to his family and met his boyfriend Jordan who he has been dating for almost 2 years now.
In the 2 years I was still in school and Lou was in England, we still stayed best friends. He came back to New York as often as he could and I spent all by breaks from school with him and Jordan in England. My high school graduation landed on my 18th birthday so the next day in grabbed a duffle bag, grab the little that I had and got on a plane to London were Lou and Jordan had just moved.

Jordan was rich 21 year old who owned his own big company. He bought a 3 bedroom house on the edge of London. He bought it a month before, when I told them I wanted to move. He refused yo let me live on my own in "some dump apartment with no hot water" so he bought a one floor 2 bedroom house with an attic and renovated it into a nice space for me. I am forever grateful to have him and Lou in my life.

After Lou disappeared into the bed room I waked into the kitchen, grabbing a quick glass of water before climbing to my bedroom. It was a very nice room that had been professionally designed (like the rest of the house) thanks to Jordan and his abundance of money.

The bedroom he gave me had a bed, with a bed frame. That's all I cared about, it was more then I had when I was in New York. I didn’t care about the couch and table that sat at the end of the bed, or the small flat screan TV, or the walk-in closet and full bathroom located at the side of the room. I had a bed frame, not just a mattress on the floor like I used to, a bed frame. That's more than I could ever ask for asked for.

I walked into my closet, looking at all the cloths that were also provided by Jordan and Lou, and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. I waked into the bathroom, striping off my cloths and tossing them into the laundry basket. Putting on the other cloths before taking off the makeup and taking down my hair. I waited no time after that to craw into my cloud of a bed and drift off into sleep.

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