[i]Fuck, why can't you just come here?![/i] 

Bambi had been pacing her apartment for at least thirty minutes already, thinking about everything that could go wrong if she couldn't pull this off. One of her weekend customers had mentioned to her on the phone earlier that morning that she would like an order of her normal stuff, but because it was her birthday she was going to need some for her friends as well. That would pay for rent that month! The problem was, Bambi didn't get out much. She went from her apartment to work, from work to her apartment, and when she was feeling really desperate- she'd go to the grocery store and try to buy as many non perishable food items to hoard for as long as possible until her cupboards were bare again.

Walking over to her phone she picked up the notepad that she had written the information on. 'RUMORS. 9:30'. Bambi looked over at the clock, and cringed. She was already late to meet the customer outside the door, so she would have to travel inside the club. [i]"I need this!"[/i] Bambi exclaimed out loud, angered by how stupid this feeling was. She quickly grabbed her leather jacket off the end of the dining chair and made her way out of the apartment as quickly as she could.

Bambi wasn't quite dressed for the club; She had a pair of brown leggings and a long black off the shoulder sweater, paired with some black cowboy boots. Her dark hair was kind of just plastered upon her head, as it was too short to do much with. With long slender legs on her side, it wasn't long until Bambi found the bright sign dictating where the club was. Pulling out her id card from her jacket pocket she showed the bouncer outside: "Barbara Greene" it said, showing the freckled faced woman, deer caught in the headlight brown eyes, and a teeny bit of a smile from her lips which were adorned with a shade of red lipstick. The bouncer looked her up, before shoving her in to the place without much more conversation.

Oh, there were so many people. Hurriedly she walked towards the bar and sat down, not wanting too many people to notice her here, or to be in anyone's way while they were dancing and talking. Her eyes quickly fluttered around the room trying to spot her clientele.