Another long day of bar work was complete. A six-hour-long shift of serving rude and off-putting people for what was probably the equivalent of pocket change to whoever ran the place, done and over with. Alicia stumbled out of the backdoor, tired, exhausted, and ready to return to her apartment. 'Down on her luck' could hardly describe how unfortunate her life had been for the past month. First, her old office closed down seemingly out of nowhere, leaving her out of a job. Then, her first apartment complex burned down after two kids let off some fireworks as a prank.
