I walked out onto my balcony overlooking the New York City Skyline. Last nights one night stand being long gone. It was a warm September morning so I decided to go shirtless, no need to say this got me a few looks from the folks down on the streets of Jersey but who gives a fuck? I flicked my red and pink wavy hair behind my shoulders and sparked up.
“Good fucking morning” I exhaled sarcastically, watching the smoke dance around until it faded into nothingness.
As you can tell I'm an extremely optimistic person, sense the sarcasm?
It was Monday, 9am, and I was an hour late for work.
Oh Well.
I finished my cigarette and flicked it down into the street. 10 points if it hits someone. I sauntered back through the french doors and slung them closed behind me then plopped down on my couch to watch Spongebob still clad in my dark jeans and black bra.

It was half nine when I decided to get ready, I stayed in the same jeans and threw on an old, too tight, ACDC shirt. Making sure I had my keys, money, phone, cigarettes, lighter, headphones, I left my dingy little apartment.
The drive to work was as boring as usual, some shitty band playing on the fuzzy, broken radio of my shitty green Mini Cooper. I parked in my usual space outside the small coffee shop next door to my work place, I always went in there before work.
I walked through the doors and the amazing smell of 'WAKE THE FUCK UP' drifted to my nose.
“Well hello Miss, what can I get you?” The overly cheerful barrister asked, her peppy blonde hair tied up right on the top of her head and her made up face smiling extremely wide, to fucking wide.
“Ugh, hey kid? Anyone ever tell you you're overly happy?”
“My name's not 'Kid' it's Alexa” She giggled, I hate this girl, she's not getting a tip, yeah right! Like I ever tip people.
“Uhuh, I'll have it black, two sugars, to go.” She scowled at me before turning around to make my order.
“And hold the spit kid.” I commented, she was one of those girl where if they got a shitty customer, they would sabotage their coffee.
“Yes, asshole.” she muttered.
“Thats Miss Asshole to you.” I said as she handed me my coffee.
She glared at me as I gave her the money, minus the tip, I just blew her a kiss, winked, and walked out to go next door to work. You'd probably be surprised to hear this, but work didn't suck so much. I worked in a music store so I got to listen to good music all day since I controlled the docking station, and my boss wasn't all bad either.

I walked through the door and yelled.
“Yo dudes, what’s happening?”
Everyone’s eyes were on me so I moved my ass to the back room to put my shit in there and finish my coffee.
“You're over 2 hours late for work October.” Came the stern voice of my boss, Danny, from the doorway. Danny was your typical rocker dude. He had dark brown hair that he spiked up, covered neck down in tattoos, both ears gauged and his eyebrow pierced.
I turned around and gave him my cute face. Today he wore grey baggy jeans ripped at the knee and a 'The Cure' shirt.
“I know.” I said, pouting.
“Why are you late this time?”
“I was watching Spongebob.” I replied with a cheesy ass grin.
“You know I should fire your ass.” Danny threatened.
“But you love my ass too much.” I responded with a wink and a but wiggle. He just laughed at my and ruffled my hair.
“so you went to the coffee shop, huh?” He asked motioning to the cup in my hand.
“Yup.” I answered popping the 'P'.
“You see the new girl who works there?”
“You mean Miss Happy Bitch? Yeah I saw her.” I huffed, rolling my eyes. He just laughed at me again the told me to get out to the counter.
“Not yet, I wanna finish my coffee.”
“No, now October, customers need surving.”
“What customers? Its a Monday morning you know no one comes in till after 2.”
“Where did you get that logic?”
“I'm always right, so if I say it, its right.” I said smugly, crossing my arms over my chest.
“No you’re not, now get out there.”
I huffed but obeyed, downed the rest of my coffee and headed out of the back room.
“You were right about one thing though.” Danny's voice stopped me in the doorway.
“What?” I asked.
“I do love your ass.” He said right before he asked for his death by spanking my ass.
I tackled him to the ground and pinned him.
“Ever do that again, and I swear to Satan, you see these?” I grabbed his balls through his jeans and squeezed, he let out a painful squeal, “They'll be down your throat.” I let go and got up off him, sending him a glare as he rolled around on the floor clutching his privates. I went out into the store to start the slow, shitty day.

Oh the fucking joy.

Notes

First story on here, It is 3 minutes past 12 in the morning so please be gentle with comments on my effort. I've Wanted to write a story like this for a while and now I get to. I don't actually have a plot yet so we'll just go with the flow and see what happens, but yeah, thanks for reading and any comments are appreciated.