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"Ey, dollface, another drink over here!" Farrah nodded, almost not hearing the man's voice over the pounding music, and quickly reached under the bar to grab two more glasses. After she slid them to the man and his companion she grabbed the correct nozzle. Their drinks weren't too complicated so she was done in a matter of seconds. She usually wasn't the one tending the bar, but Winter had called in sick. Farrah didn't mind though, in fact it was almost easier than working the floor.

It was only a matter of weeks before Farrah would be able to quit her job, for good. Despite her earlier pleas, she had finally let Ratchet buy her family a new apartment. It was a pretty nice one, there was a lot more room in it. Susie and Toby finally had their own room, the twins still had there, and Farrah had taken the last one. Her dad still had to sleep on a couch, but he really didn't seem to care. She suppose he was more comfortable there.

Since the place was already payed off, she wouldn't have to pay rent. She was going to keep her job for grocery money, but the lombax had refused even that. Farrah knew he had money, but she felt bad. She didn't want people to think the only reason she was with him was because of the money, because it wasn't. She had thankfully been able to convince him to at least let her work another month. She wanted to keep some money back in case of an emergency.

Farrah wouldn't lie, she was not going to miss this place. No more bratty coworkers, no more rude or pervy customers, and no more annoying club music. She hated this music more than anything, it was pure garbage! She couldn't wait to be rid of it! The thought actually made her smile as she made another drink, it seemed like things were finally picking up for her.

As dawn started to approach there seemed to be a lot less customers coming in, and the bar became less busy. Farrah decided to take the time to breathe and leaned forward, resting her arms and chest on the counter. She guessed it looked sexy enough, that way if her boss walked by she could lie and say she was trying to be aesthetically pleasing. Not much time had passed when a familiar purple hand slammed down in front of her. Farrah jumped a little before glaring up at her alien coworker, Candy.

Candy returned the stare, and crinkled her nose. Ever since her and Ratchet started dating, Farrah noticed Candy had become a little more bitchy, which she didn't think was even possible. Candy flipped her long hair before saying,

"You're taking a smoke break with me. Let's go." Farrah blinked, confused, before standing up and crossing her arms,

"First off, I don't smoke. Second, I'm kinda busy here." Candy rolled her eye, not bothering to hide her annoyance,

"Oh please, you know as well as I do that nobody will be in for awhile. They're sleeping off what they've drank already. And the only people who come in day drinking are daddies who are tired of their wives and kids. Seriously, I need to talk to you. It's for your benefit." For some reason Farrah highly doubted that, but Candy did have a point. No one would be back in for awhile, and she was getting bored. Not to mention she wanted to get away from this music for awhile.

"Fine. Lead the way." Candy didn't have to be told twice, and was half way across the room before Farrah had even moved. Perks of having long legs she supposed. After catching up with her, Farrah found herself in the back alley. Candy was leaned against the wall, a cigarette already lit between her slender fingers, staring at the wall in front of her.

Neither girl spoke, the only sound being from passing ships and drunk party goers stumbling home. They're laughter bounced off the walls, and Farrah leaned her head against the one behind her. It was a little cooler out, and she could feel goosebumps on her skin. It felt nice though, B&T was always hot because of all the people and lights.

"So what is it?" Candy huffed and flicked the cigarette to the ground.

"Look, let's not play here. I hate you, and you hate me. It's a fact and we both know it." Farrah shrugged,

"Your point?" There was no point in pretending it wasn't true. Like the woman had said, they both knew it.

"My point, you sarcastic brat, is that yes, I fucking hate you. You're annoying, stupid, clueless, not even that cute, and always getting in my way." Farrah raised an eyebrow, was she out here just to be insulted? She was about to say a few words about how she felt about Candy, until she went on,

"But, just because I hate you, doesn't mean I want you to get hurt. Ok, maybe a little, but only to like your ego. Not like physically or anything. I'm not that much of a bitch." Farrah tilted her head, throughly confused now,

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Candy looked at the ground a few moments, playing with a lose rock with her foot, before looking back at Farrah,

"Xander is back in town you know. He's looking for you." Farrah felt like her entire body had frozen, her blood was ice, and for a moment, she couldn't hear anything. It was like the other background noise had faded out, barely audible. Even her vision had blurred significantly. If she wasn't standing on her feet she would have thought someone had thrown her in a lake.  Was this was utter despair felt like?

She never thought, no, she always hoped she would never have to hear those words. They made her want to puke. How dare he come back after all these years! Just when she was finally starting to be happy again. It was then that she was rushed back into reality, the background noise sounding much louder than before, and her body felt overheated. It took a moment for her to swallow the bile in her throat so she could speak,

"How do you know that?" Her voice was low, timid, and she hated it. Candy didn't seem to judge this time though,

"Well, just between you and me, I've been doing some extra work lately. The boss doesn't know, so don't tell him. I don't really want him taking he profit from it. Anyway, I was at this party last night doing my thing and he was there. Btws, do you know how awkward it is to have some guy ask about his ex while doing coke off your tits? Cause it's super awkward."

Farrah didn't even answer, too ashamed of the brief flash of jealousy she had felt. It wasn't like that anymore. She didn't give a shit who he was with or who he fucked. It wasn't her business, just like who she was with wasn't his. Candy gave her a moment,  then went on,

"Anyway, I told him I didn't know what you had been up too or where you were. I don't think he believed me though. I guess you moved too since he was trying to figure out where you lived." She pushed herself off the wall, "If you want my advice, don't walk home alone, and get your super hero boyfriend on this as soon as possible." Farrah only nodded. Honestly, there was no way she was telling Ratchet. Things were going so good with him that she didn't want to fuck it up with her baggage.

She would be careful not to walk alone though, and if she did she would definitely have her arc lasher with her. Xander would probably bored soon, so after she quit her job she would probably spend the next few months in her apartment. Candy stood there a moment, looking a little awkward,

"Like I said, I hate you, but be careful, ok? Last thing your siblings need is your head smashed against the sidewalk...Don't stay out here too long either. You have a job to do, lazy ass." Without another word she walked back into the building. After taking a few moments to compose herself, Farrah took in a few deep breaths, then with shaking hands went back in as well.