The Pandoran Barmaid. ✧

The Pandoran Barmaid of Hyperion.

After the defeat of the Last Legion against Hyperion and the Vault Hunters, Jack had become the CEO of the huge spaceship and only answered as Handsome Jack since he got into the Vault. From that one moment, when he became the CEO, he started wearing a mask. And so people started to gossip. A lot of crazy ideas came out of the brains of different people, but none of them was the right answer. Beside the gossip about his mask, people were also talking about Moxxi's betrayal and the Meriff of Concordia, the Vault Hunters and Jack's Doppelganger.

Even after the huge betrayal of Moxxi, Jack asked her one last request. One that didn't require to kill people. An innofensive one. Help him find employees for the bar on Helios. A bar that he wanted to build. Asking a Pandoran to find employees meant that he wanted Pandorans on the Space ship. Or even if he didn't, that's what he'll get by asking his ex-girlfriend.

And that's where the story of a young Pandoran begins. On Helios as a barmaid after Moxxi recommended her to Jack.

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It's been weeks now that the Pandoran moved to Helios. The only reason that the young lady accepted to work for Hyperion was because she needed money, and on Pandora, well... Finding a job is hard thing. And there she was with five other Pandorans and a Helios employee retrograded to Bartender. Working in an area nearby The Hub Of Heroism.

The young Barmaid was a pretty thin women, not too tall, not too small. Amethyts eyes similar to Eridium, hypnotizing and charming at the same time. After all, most of the time pretty things hypnotize you right ? Her skin was pale like she was porcelain doll that came to life, and pretty long pastel hair that maked her look like a witch. Not such an ordinary women. She would be though if she didn't had those bright purple eyes that always sparkle when someone enters the Bar and pastel hair. She looked like any other Pandoran.

The barender uniform was pretty simple. All you had to wear was a yellow Hyperion shirt, and a badge with your name pinned to it. The rest of your clothing just had to be black or red. Our main character choosed to wear a black skirt with high socks, same color by the way, and she always changed her shoes. Every day. New shoes.

The thing about the bar was, that even if there was only seven employees, it had to be open all day but also all night. Three of them worked the morning, wich meant from 6am to 1pm. And three others had to work the afternoon and night. The last employee had they're day off. Unfortunatly it wasn't the day for her. She had to work at night. It was already so late, and no one was in the bar. She was at the counter, in case someone showed up, as the two others took a break in front of the bar.

" Even from here I can hear them gossiping. Their annoying giggles. " She thought as she leaned her head on the counter.

But suddendly everything went totally silent except the sound of the radio that was playing " Ain't no rest for the Wicked. " The sound of obnoxious voice of stupid collegues disappeared. Finally. But if she went silent there was only two options. The first one, she fell asleep during the job. Wich wasn't the case since she wasn't tired. The second one, something had grabbed their attention, or they were the one grabbed away. She hope that was the third option, because obviously there was three options.

She lifted her head to look in the direction of the glassed front door. She was right, they weren't here anymore. But that wouldn't have been the first time they left her alone keeping the bar by herself. " Assholes. " she thought outloud, staring and frowning at the front door. " Language pumpkin " said a voice on her left that made her fell from her own seat behind the bar.