New Beginnings with Old Startings | Closed for ArexYouxAfraidxOfxThexDark
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With a smirk on her face, and almost in a slight rush (but not running) the blonde exited out of the back-side door and into the alley. The door was the heavy kind, unmarked, although those who worked or lived in the building it belonged to would know what it was for/where it led. It also only opened from the inside. She had a brick of money in her hand, specifically, a thousand dollars in 20-dollar bills.
Rachel smiled to herself. Frank thought he was smarter than her, but he really wasn’t. She knew he didn’t own The Booze, he only managed it. She also knew that the last time she’d fought there, there had been much more people then her cut of the winnings had implied. Fighters generally didn’t pay too much attention to the crowd, too busy fighting and all, but you could tell when there were a few hundred or a thousand people. It wasn’t like the place was that big!
Standing in the dark alleyway, only one way in or out (that being the pavement right in front of her), the blonde quickly stuffed the money into her bag. Americans liked to call it a ‘fanny pack’. She liked to call it a bag someone couldn’t grab away, not when it was looped through her jean’s belt loops. Needless to say, her boss worked in a rough neighbourhood outside of the ‘bar’. Rachel also lived just a block and a half north from there. She knew how it all worked. Get what you can get where you can get it.
As she zipped the zipper closed, walking onto the pavement, a few people were walking by each way. Mostly it was people who lived/worked around there or were desperate enough to venture down there. Sometimes there’d be the stray person who was lost, but it was pretty rare. The woman knew where she was going and how to get there. But, sometimes the old neighbourhood was able to surprise her.
Rachel had gone with the flow of people as a small group went in one direction. Ahead of her stood a familiar face which almost made her stop. Or, actually, it did make her stop, but only for a second, she’d realized as some bloke’s shoulder roughly rammed into hers as he walked past.
“Fuck off.” She spoke more to herself. It wasn’t in a yell but simply a moderate volume, as if more like a thought out loud than anything else. The bloke was already long gone so it certainly wasn’t for his sake.
“Noah?!” Rachel spoke again, this time in a nice tone and a greater volume, trying to get her old friend’s attention from up the street. Although, the question also stood as the blonde making sure that she was, in fact, seeing her old friend. It’d been at least a year since the other woman had left for school and Rachel herself had started her own journey. Nonetheless, a friendly face was nice, but Noah should definitely not be in this neighbourhood, she thought as she made her way over, weaving through a few people. “What are you doing here, love?”
