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Another fucking report that wasn’t up to Joja’s stupid standards. It had been the last straw for Teddie and she had thrown her draw open, searching for an envelope to put her notice in, she’d found the deed to the farm her grandfather had owned and that she had spent summers running around, curls flying behind her tiny body. And everything had clicked into place.
That was a month ago, and she knew that in the morning, she’d leave her tiny, shitty apartment.
“Teddie, baby.” One of her friends, Danielle, shouted into her ear, “Have another shot!” Danielle held two tiny glasses and passed one to Teddie.
“What is it?” She yelled back.
“Don’t know! Someone bought them for me!” Shrugging, inhibitions already lowered from their pre-drinks, the two girls clinked their glasses together and tipped them back into their mouths. Leaving the glasses on the table, Teddie pulled Danielle into the dance floor of the night club. She was celebrating so much - her end of Joja enslavement, her new farm and her birthday - and wanted nothing more than to take her friends to their favourite awful night club in which the music was as awful as the floor was sticky.
She’d miss it. The feeling of strangers bumping up to her as the warmth of a shot made her freckled skin flush. By day, she hated walking the streets to work in her corporate professional uniform and feeling men’s arms touch her waist to get by and yet, alcohol and low cut bodysuit she couldn’t wear a bra with (slutty, in Danielle’s opinion), made her all the more interested when she felt a hand on her arm and a deep voice shouting over the bass of the music.
“Happy 6th Birthday!” It shouted, and she laughed. She had a Larry the Locomotive birthday badge pinned to her bodysuit that said ‘ I’m 6 today! ’
“Thank you.” She cooed back, moving closer to him. It was technically her twenty-fourth birthday, But she was a leap year baby, born February 29th, and it was finally her actual birthday again. He was closer to her now and Danielle had given her a look that she knew to be one of encouragement, “Are you a regular here?” She was still shouting over the music, but he had made it a lot easier on her voice by pulling her into his body.
“First time! You?”
“Last time.” She nodded, “I’m moving away.” She added, seeing his face twitch slightly. They danced until the song ended and Teddie learnt that his name was Nick and he was only a year younger than her.
“I’m gonna get some water.” He let her know in the brief moment of pause before the next song started. Teddie grabbed his hand and pulled him closer.
“My apartment is down the street, it’s cheaper than getting the overpriced stuff here.” She spoke into his ear as bass filled the room. He grinned and she mirrored it, she held his hand as they squeezed through bodies and out into the cloakroom. Teddie grabbed her bag from it and the cold air of the night bit at Teddie’s bare flesh.
“Your hair is purple, I couldn’t tell in there,” Nick said, patting one of the space buns that she had expertly crafted.
“Mmhmm.” She wrapped her arm around his waist and laughed as he touched his cheeks, pretending to feel his own blush, “This way!” She pointed down the street towards her apartment. They walked down the street and Teddie shot a text to Danielle, “It’s this one.” She walked into the building towards her door. Nick smirked, touching her face as she stopped to get her key out of her bag, “Are you gonna kiss me?” She asked.
“Can I?”
“Sure.” And on the doorstep of her flat door, he kissed her lips and down into her neck. She paused, feeling his wandering hands. “This is a one-night thing.” She reminded him, grabbing her key and opening the door.
“Good.” He nodded, flushed and attempted to unbutton his shirt and walk into the apartment simultaneously.
“Okay,” She closed the door and launched herself at him, almost tearing his shirt off and leaving lipstick marks down his neck as his hands found her breasts and worked their way down her body.
“No panties? Scandalous.” He laughed, his hand slipping beneath the crotch of her bodysuit. She simply shrugged and pulled him into her bedroom.
She had squealed with delight and squirmed under his touch and he had worshipped her body like a temple, finishing with a grunt inside of her. The condom had been thrown onto the floor and - despite her drunken state - she groaned at the thought of scrubbing the carpet in the morning. He had ordered himself a cab and binned his mess, leaving Teddie flushed and with some social media handle she hardly remembered.
She closed the trunk of her car, having finished packing it. Her landlord came out of the building and nodded, letting her know she had passed the check and she smiled.
Both nervous and excited, Teddie was leaving for her new life. For her return to Anura Farm.