^I'm Gonna Get Ya Good^ -- Club Alien

Shania was pissed. She�d been pissed for a while. The Feds had all but made touring impossible for her. She�d lost a few gigs and finally cancelled the rest. After she�d spent a few days �talking� to the bunch they�d learned she really didn�t know anything about the location of Tumbler or Memphis or Sphinx. They never asked about Freb, but had they she�d have given them the same answer. �I don�t know. I don�t care.� The last part was a lie, she did care, at least for Freb. She�d been the outcast of the group, the bad girl that had come in and messed with their innocent shy boy. It wasn�t her fault he�d fallen for her and she�d been playing with him. Though the fact she�d fallen for him was finally evident when they had Thanksgiving that one year, well actually the last event they had together before the crew split up. She�d hightailed it out of there with Sway and a few others, though she�d gotten her truck impounded on her way into Mexico. Seems they had thought it �borrowed� when in truth it�d been legit. She just didn�t have the papers to prove it so they�d kept the damn thing.

On release she�d made tail and headed to Canada, enjoying a few singing gigs here and there though she always felt watched. Finally she gave up on the whole singing part, it wasn�t the same anyways and the one-night stands were becoming pointless too. Why sleep around when you�d had the best sex ever? It just didn�t make sense. Sure the guy had been shy, but he�d made up for it behind closed doors. His tanned flesh always mixing just right with ivory. She�d come back to Cascade City a few years back. Hooked up with a couple of bi-vampires, though that didn�t last long either. With only Angelina and Sasha ever around she�d felt lonely and set back out on tour�hoping to fill the gap she�d felt. It didn�t work.

Angelina had called her two weeks ago to say she�d finally managed to pay to get her truck out of the police impound. It seemed that the Feds were no longer looking for the crew and so evidence of their crimes were no longer needed to be held onto, not like they�d boosted the dang thing in the first place. She�d bought it legit, or at least legit enough that her name was on a paper somewhere. She�d promised to come get it soon, catch up and have a girl�s night out or in, depending on their moods.

So as the yellow cab pulled into the water puddle infested parking lot of Club Alien, Shania was not expecting to see anyone from her past. That chapter had closed or she was doing her best to close it anyways. �We are here miss.� The cab driver�s accented voice drawing her from thought as she nodded. �Thanks. Here. Keep the change.� Sliding out the back door Shania handed the driver a wad of cash along with his tip. She waited till he�d popped the trunk then pulled out the three suitcases she had brought with her. It was most of her items. She�d had more clothes then she could count, and given most of them away over the years or left them on the bus when she�d pretty much told her band she was done. As payment they could keep the bus and sell whatever she�d left. She was sure memorabilia was on e-bay by now, not that she really cared.

Tap to the cab window alerted the driver she was done as with some effort she started to carry her luggage towards the front door, doing her best not to drag it through the mud and water, though a few feet from the front door she managed to drop the larger of the three suitcases and gave a curse as it landed smack-dab into a water puddle. �For Christ sake! Really!?! Cursing still she set the other two down next to the entrance of the club then turned to retrieve the final one, working to wash it off all the while oblivious to the jeep sitting in the lot, with the driver most likely staring at her.

Shania

I'm Gonna Get Ya Good

Club Alien - Singer