Playing the Player Not the Game.

Prologue

People say home is where the heart is. For me home consists of late night dance music, loud yelling and random numbers written on my window in permanent marker as i lay restlessly in bed.

Its 6 am and i have never been so ready for a cup of coffee. As i walk from my room to the kitchen the tiles are surprisingly warm when i turn on the kettle.
I look to my left and see two red lights... yep, I left the heater on.

Over time bills have grown more and more out of my reach and im desperately looking for a roommate but no one seems to be fitting the criteria.

I have seen things like a man with a beard so monstrous it housed only what i can describe as small grasshoppers, and a woman who said she was known as a "lady of the night" and told me i was to address her as Cocoa...

Yep, im going to get kicked out.

*click*

Kettles ready, coffee time. I pour myself some caffeinated goodness and decide to look at the various new writtings on my window.

Call me sweet heart! 1800-HOT
Nice booty
Doo i noe u?

Lovely messages for a single woman with no dating life to see first thing in the morning. My eyes glance in the upper right corner where a blur from the morning dew was covering the writting.

Saw your flyer, see you at 3pm for interview.

Hmmm let me guess, drunken teen who left her parents at 12 is next on the list of unexpected applicants.

All that exciting reading caused me to drink all my coffee. That means work time.

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Crap! Its 2:57pm and my so called "home" is about 15 minutes away. Hopefully my next applicant has patience.

Speed walking through crowds of people makes interactions very awkward. All the different smells like cigarette smoke and over powering perfume is enough to give anyone a headache. However, all that aside, the fact that even though the smell is only 5% of the odd things i notice in crowds I'm still the one who gets the odd look because i keep up the pace.

I aproach my house and see a woman waiting at my front door. She is in light blue skinny jeans, black boots and a dark red knitted jumper. The fact that she has her hair brushed makes her by far the best application yet.

"Im so sorry im late. Work kind of owns my every movement." I say as i unlock my front door and hold it open for... her.

"It's only 3:03pm, it's fine, i can definitely relate." She smiles at me and stands in my loungeroom waiting for me to get sorted.

I have never made it home that quick... was i running? Oh well, it's good to see she obviously has a job.

"I'm Blaire." I state as i extend my hand for a firm handshake.

"Constance. Thanks for allowing some random who wrote on your window into your home."

"Just dont let me down, tell me about yourself." I say as we both take a seat.

"I have lived in this area for the past 4 months but rent got too hard to pay for. I work at a club weeknights and i am free weekends which i dont hold parties so you have no need to worry about my habits."

"Well sounding great so far. Tell me about your job."

"Well its the one across the street hence why i wrote on your window. I'm a bartender there and i have been there for about a year now. I love it there, they are practically family to me over there."

"That sounds great, im jealous. My work uses me like toilet paper, administration was never something i wanted to pursue but kinda got pushed that way."

"Well there is room for more bartenders, i could give your resume to my boss if you like."

"You know i might think about that. But for now any hobbies?" I ask as she chuckles and reveals her perfect teeth.

"I draw and enjoy binge watching random tv shows. Other than that you should know that i have a pet snake and yes she eats rats."

Her eyes stare into my soul and they seem to be shimmering.

"Yes that's... fine. I'm sorry but your eyes are amazing. Like a blue but green but grey and something that doesnt even exist."

She laughs and squints her eyes at me while i extend my hand yet again.

"What does this mean?" Constance asks raising an eyebrow.

"I'm going to be honest with you, I'm struggling with bills and you come here ready to help with rent and even offer help to get a new job. I have nothing to lose giving you a shot so move in a soon as possible."

She smiles and grabs my hand.

"This is going to be fun. Thank you."

Her smile is almost too perfect, and her eyes, damn. She should be a model not a bartender.

"Let me show you around."