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"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." scowled the slight, pink haired girl as she exited the front door of her highrise apartment building. It was raining, again. "What I wouldn't give for the sun." Elle Monroe sighed as she pulled her jacket tight around herself and made a beeline for a taxi parked close.

"Hey! I'm on break, kid. Can't you see my light's turned off?" barked the round, balding cabbie turning around from his sub sandwich and banging on the inside of the roof of his car. Ignoring his outburst and mouthful of food, Elle made herself more comfortable. Slipping out of her jacket and pulling out her cell phone. "Hey, did you hear me or are you deaf or something? Get out of here, I'm done." He growled out at the twenty year old blithely typing away.

Letting out a huge breath of air and rolling her eyes Elle finally looked up at the taxi cab's owner. "Listen man, you drive a taxi. I need a taxi. So why don't you turn on your light, swallow your food, start the meter and take me to where I want to go." The cabbie taken aback at having been talked to so dismissively began to splutter, bits of food flying from his mouth and falling into his beard. Looking on disgustedly Elle raised one hand, in between her index and middle fingers were two hundred dollar bills. Crisp and Fresh.

"Take me to 7th and Harrison Avenue and these are yours. Got it?" Elle said cooly, her dark brown eyes narrowed as she waited for the fool to take her money and put the cab in drive. The swarthy cabbie looked at Elle, sizing her up, taking in her pink hair pulled up high on her head. The designer handbag and the expensive phone and the fact she was willing to give him two hundred bucks for a ten dollar fare seemed to change his mind. Swallowing, he reached out and snagged the bills from her. Flipping on his meter he started the cab and pulled into traffic.

The cab pulled to a stop outside of the nightclub, flinging open the door Elle slammed it behind her without a word of thanks or acknowledgment to the cab driver. Dashing through the rain she didn't bother to stop to show her I.D. or to pay a cover if there had been one. She was on a mission and it definitely didn't involve communicating with the people that manned the front door. Sliding onto a bar stool she caught the eye of the bartender "Vodka soda with a lime, please." Elle called out with a sly smile, leaning back in her seat and looking into the mirror behind the bar while she waited for her drink.