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Lawfully Dysfunctional

'Four shots coming right up!' I poured the alcohol is the four small glasses and placed them in front of my waiting customers, out of whom one was already drunk out of her mind.

They quickly threw the drink down their throats and I sat on a metal stool with my elbows propped on the bar. As the last drop entered their throats they let out a war cry and charged to the dance floor, swinging their hips and bobbing their head to the loud beats.

'A cherry vodka.' I turned towards my newly arrived customer who gave me a charming smile.

'Give me a minute.' I saw him looking in my direction and I smiled.

'I find female bartenders incredibly sexy.' He casually told me and I rolled my eyes.

'Tell me one I haven't heard before Marcus.' I grinned.

'Madam you look ravishing in this splendid attire.' He said, commenting about my plain t-shirt and jeans. I laughed and shook my head at him.

'Believe it or not, I've heard that too.'

'Damn.' He snapped his fingers, picking up the glass in front of him and taking a tentative sip.

'You know exactly how to perfect this Freya, it's delicious.'

'A cherry vodka tastes the same no matter who makes it.' I shook my head. 'There is obviously something you want, you are flattering me too much today.'

'I'm offended!' He kept his hand over his heart. 'Do you think so little of me?'

'I know you Marc, we've been friends for too long for me to not have a clue.'

'Well, I'm not lying, I'm just here to meet my beautiful friend.' He drummed his fingers lightly on the table. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.

'Spill.' I ordered.

'Okay, I just need a little favour, like really, tiny in size.' He confessed and I took a sip from his glass, waving my hand for him to continue.

'I need you to tell my father that I have an important meeting and that's the reason I can't attend the event planned for the weekend.' He smiled.

Marc's father, Nathan Litton was a man with very few words, but with an imagination and vision for great things. His love did not stop at family and anyone who came into his good books would be considered blessed for life.

With blonde hair and brown eyes, his son Marc looked like a carbon copy, the only difference was the slight one in attitude, but he was none less and was the heir to the Litton and Company group.

'Why don't you tell him yourself? I'm sure he will give the same verdict as if it was coming out of my mouth, it will be less suspicious in fact.' I said and a small frown came over his face.

'I suck at lying and you know that.'

'So you think I'm a liar?' I cocked an eyebrow.

'Not a liar but my father seems to trust you and Delilah more than me.' He said mentioning his sister and my best friend.

'That's because our lies are so much more believable, you literally once told him that the reason you reached school late was an alien invasion, I don't know whether it was pressure or not, but that reason was stupid.'

'One of my worst so far.' He nodded in agreement. 'So will you?'

'Why don't you ask Deli?'

'You're more approachable.' He kept one hand over his heart.

'And that is the biggest joke I have heard in a long time.' I informed him.

'She refused, apparently if she has to attend and go through all the fake social niceties with all the ladies, then so do I. But that's wrong.' He concluded.

'Why? You're the one who will be taking over the company.' He gave me a glare. 'Fine! I'll tell Uncle Nate that you've gone somewhere.' I rolled my eyes.

'Thank you so much! But now that's out of the way, I guess we should leave.' He told me.

'I have work.' I pointed out.

'Her Highness wants you there immediately.' I laughed, knowing that between us girls, Mark was stuck as the pushover since Deli and I were pretty dominating.

'Well, I'm sure that Deli can wait for another hour, I'm anyways missing work tomorrow to accompany her to that stupid event.' I muttered.

We spent the next hour bantering, with me making drinks for the new people who came, drank and got wasted. When my working hours were over I threw the small black apron around my waist at the corner, picked up my bag and walked around the table. Marc swung an arm around my shoulder and I grinned up at him. He dangled the keys in front of my face and I grabbed them, driving his shiny black Porsche was always fun and thus I never minded when he got drunk, since it gave me an opportunity.

Instead of the road towards my house, we went the opposite direction towards the Litton's mansion. After identification, I drove in through the gates and was greeted by the sight of the younger Litton waiting impatiently.

'Hey there Delilah!' I sang and she laughed, covering her ears and shaking her head rapidly.

'Don't you dare start again!' She exclaimed. I gave her a hug and we almost ran to her room, leaving Marc behind. Jumping on her bed I let out a relived sigh as we soft mattress pulled me into its comfort.

'Have I ever told you how much I love your bed?' I asked, groaning.

'Just about a million times?'

'I'm telling you again, I love it.' I said.

'You're coming over tomorrow right? Marc has already backed out and even though I refused to have his back I'm sure you agreed.' She switched on the television.

'Yes Deli.' I assured her.

'Please act normal tomorrow.' She warned me.

'Define normal?'

'Freya.' Her tone was strict.

'Relax! I'm totally well behaved.' I raised my hands up in the air.

'For an animal.' She murmured an I threw my arms around her, pulling he onto the bed, she struggled in my hold before she stopped wriggling. We both laughed and after we finished talking and finalising our dresses for the next day, she dropped me to my house and drove away, her headlights cutting through the darkness.

I tiptoed into my house after unlocking the door and wasn't surprised to see my father sitting in front of the television, waiting for me to reach home.

'You should leave from work earlier.' He frowned, his black eyebrows pulling together.

'I was at Deli's house dad, she wanted help to pick something out.' I informed him with my hands joint together. I was twenty three years old but still worried about getting grounded by my father. His favourite dialogue has always been 'my roof, my rules' and that's the motto he lived by.

'Did she you drop you home?' He switched off the programme running before his eyes and stood up, looking at me expectantly.

I replied positively and I saw him display a slightly more relieved expression, he kissed my forehead and left to go to sleep and I trudged towards my room with tired steps and a sleepy mind.

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A/N: Chapter One of Lawfully Dysfunctional is finally up!

This is a book that I really wanted to write but since the storyline was still unclear in my mind I did not start it.

I know that the start was a little sudden and not the usual type but I thought it was the best way to actually portray each relationship a little more better.

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Lots of love till next time,
Queen