Disclaimer: Jay Naylor is the sole owner of Better Days and its characters. I'm only playing in his sandbox.


Chapter One: Lucy


On a cool October night, five people stood waiting as a group outside of a club. One was a tall and muscular Cat, his fur equal parts black and white. He wore a brown leather jacket over a light yellow polo shirt. He stood in an alert, yet relaxed stance, pale yellow eyes on the lookout. His name is Fisk Black.

Another was a Cat of medium height and build, with fur a dirty white. He wore a blue long-sleeved shirt and stood in a calm, composed stance. His name is Ryan Tobs.

The next is a tall and broad-shouldered Cat with mostly black fur except for the white tips of his ears and a patch of white over his left eye. He wore a black duster that reached about half-way down his shins, over a dark-red muscle shirt. His pose was relaxed, and full of confidence. His name is Jason Black.

Next is a white-furred Rabbit of slim build. He wore a green hoodie, and his name was Tom Erikson. Beside him stood a beautiful Cat, with fur identical to Fisk and long white hair. She wore a bright-red tank-top, and over that was a non-descript coat. Her name is Lucy Erikson, Tom Erikson's wife and Fisk Black's twin sister.

At that moment they were patiently waiting for one more person before they went inside.

"Gaah! Where is she?!"

Well, most of them were being patient.

Sighing at the loud outburst, Ryan turned to Jason and spoke, exasperation dripping from every word. "Jason, look. Yelling about how late she is won't make her get here any faster. Besides, Angela told us she had something else to deal with first and would be a bit late." Jason stopped pacing and looked at him, worry clear on his face. "But this is supposed to be a special occasion! What if she's sick, or hurt! What if she was in a car accident, or her apartment exploded, or terrorists kidnapped her, or zombies-" Tom grabbed hold of Jason's collar and slapped him across the face. "Damn it man, get a hold of yourself! She's just late!"

Jason stared at him for a moment, and then averted his eyes. "You're right, you're right. Sorry everyone. I've just really needed some time to unwind for a while." Tom let go of him and went back over to Lucy, who was looking at him strangely. "What?" he asked. "I had to stop his screaming." Shaking her head, Lucy turned to Fisk. "It's too bad Church got stuck training those two new recruits. Although now that I think about it," she said as she looked up at the name of the place. "He really doesn't seem like the kind of guy to enjoy this, does he?" Fisk started to respond when suddenly the sound of screeching tires drew their attention back to the parking lot. A black Jeep Wrangler had come to a screeching halt in a parking space several rows down, almost continuing onto the sidewalk.

"Isn't that Angela's jeep?" Lucy asked no one in particular as they all warily kept an eye on it.

"Yeah, I think so" Jason replied as he began moving to the vehicle. A second later their suspicions were confirmed when Angela jumped out of the vehicle and slammed the door behind her. She just stood there for a moment, looking at nothing, until a yell from Jason shook her out of her thoughts.

"Hey Angel, what took you so long?" She looked at him, and he suddenly realized that her eyes were red from crying. "Angel?" He started to reach for her, but she slapped his hand away. "I'm fine; let's get inside." She started walking to the others, but a firm grip on her arm stopped her. "Angela, please, what is wrong?" It was the actual use of her name that got her attention. Sighing, she looked back at Jason's concerned face. "I'll tell you later; I don't want to ruin this for anyone else, okay?" Jason reluctantly nodded okay, and then let go of her. Muttering a quick thanks to him, she continued walking. When the two joined the group Lucy shot her an odd look, but before she could say anything Ryan spoke up.

"Okay, now that we are all here, let's get started." And with that, they went in.


Once inside Jason looked around as they waited to be seated. Most of the building seemed to be taken up by a large open area, filled with tables and chairs. At the far back was a stage covered with what Tom quickly identified to them as, as he put it, "really, really expensive karaoke equipment. Like, godly expensive." Nearer to them, and running along the left wall, was a well-stocked bar. Soon they were quickly approached by a member of the staff. He spoke briefly to Ryan, and then motioned for the group to follow him.

He took them to an empty table right by the stage; "Your usual table, sir." After they had ordered drinks Jason turned to Ryan. "Usual table huh? Do you come here often?" Ryan shrugged his shoulders. "Not that often, but enough for them to know where to seat me when I do. The singers and performers on-stage are usually loud enough to make eavesdropping on me nearly impossible." This got several nods of understanding from around the table.

They busied themselves with small-talk until the drinks arrived; taking his, Ryan addressed the table. "We have gathered here this night for a singular purpose, and that is to commemorate an anniversary. Exactly two years ago, some of the bravest people I have ever known, defeated and killed a threat unlike any this country had ever faced, and hopefully ever will face. And so I propose a toast; to the good health of all involved ('namely us', Jason added), and to someone like Mr. White never arising again!" This was met with enthusiastic applause, and the sound of clinking glasses.

"That was the best speech I've ever not slept through!" Jason said after he had taken a drink of his beer. "Out of how many?" Fisk asked. Jason smiled; "just that one!"


"…And so I said to the guy, 'hey guard, you hear something behind you!' and you know what he did? He actually looked!" Tom nearly rolled out of his seat from laughter, while Lucy said "That cannot have really happened, there is no way someone is that dumb." Jason finished his drink and winked. "Hey, if there's one constant in this world, it's that there's always someone or something ready to prove you wrong. For example," he gestured to the stage, where someone was trying to do karaoke. "I didn't think it was possible to sing 'Achy Breaky Heart' badly, but that just shows what I know."

At this Angela slammed her drink down onto the table and spoke up. "Finally, someone brought it up! These people are, to be blunt, horrible! Is there no such thing as a good karaoke singer?" Tom and Fisk shared a covert look, each thinking the same thing; Fisk casually set down his drink and said "Well, I don't know about any of you, but Lucy happens to have an excellent singing voice." Lucy spit out the drink she had in her mouth in shock, and then yelled "What!?" Tom nodded his head in agreement. "Oh yeah, she has a heck of a voice. You should hear her in the shower." Lucy kept looking between the two, indignation and embarrassment clear on her face. "I have no idea what either of you are talking about. Now drop it."

"Come on Light, being a good singer is nothing to be embarrassed about. Why, I myself happen to have an excellent voice" Jason proclaimed proudly. "Or at least, that's what everyone in my platoon would say."

"Oh is that so? With a scratchy voice like yours, I seriously doubt that." Lucy smirked at the look on Jason's face. Everyone else at the table decided it might be better if they stayed out of it. "Hey, it's not my fault, I was exposed to scorching air once that burned my throat! Besides, No one's singing voice is like their speaking voice!"Everyone looked at Lucy to see how she would respond. "Fine then; if your voice is so great, than why don't you get up and sing?" Jason smirked. "I'll sing…if the rest of you guys do to." Ryan did a spit-take, Angela rolled her eyes, and Tom and Fisk shared another look; this was not what they had been aiming for!

Lucy matched his smirk. "Sure" she said, standing up and moving for the stage. Jason suddenly felt really hot, and turned to see Ryan, Fisk, and Tom sending him death-glares. Grabbing a new drink from a nearby tray, Jason put on a look of innocence and asked "What?"


"What oh what could I sing" Lucy thought to herself as she looked through the song selection for a song that wouldn't make her sound stupid. "Wait a minute, stupid, that's it!" Speeding up, she quickly found the song she wanted.

Clearing her throat, she grabbed the microphone and pressed start; soon the music started, and she began to sing.

Uhhuh, uhhuh
Stupid girl (woo), stupid girls, stupid girls

Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back
porno paparazzi girls (yeah), I don't wanna be a stupid girl (uhhuh)

Go to Fred Segal, you'll find them there
Laughing loud so all the little people stare
Looking for a daddy to pay for the champagne
droppin' names
What happened to the dream of a girl president
She's dancing in the video next to 50 Cent
They travel in packs of two or three
With their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny tees

Where, oh where, have the smart people gone?
Oh where, oh where could they be? (yeah yeah yeah)

Maybe if I act like that,(woo) that guy will call me back
porno-paparazzi girls, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Maybe if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back (yeah)
Push up my bra like that (uh-huh), I don't wanna be a stupid girl

(Break it down now)
The disease is growing, it's epidemic
I'm scared that there ain't a cure
The world believes it and I'm going crazy
I cannot take any more!!!!
I'm so glad that I'll never fit in
That will never be me
Outcasts and girls with ambition
That's what I wanna see (c'mon)

Disasters all around
A world of despair
your only concern-
Will it **** up my hair???????


(Do ya think? Do ya think? Do ya think?_
(I like this, like this, like this)

Pretty will you **** me girl, silly, as a lucky girl
Pull my hair I'll suck it girl, stupid girl!
Pretty will you **** me girl, silly, as a lucky girl
Pull my hair I'll suck it girl, stupid girl!

Maybe if I
Act like that,
Flipping my blonde hair back...
Push up my bra like that, stupid girl! (girl girl girl)


Maybe if I act like that.... push up my bra like that....
Stupid girl, stupid girl, stupid girl....

As the music faded away and Lucy finished she was met by a loud round of applause. All of the club-goers, as well as much of the staff, were clapping; and everyone at her table was giving her a standing ovation. Blushing at all of the praise, she swiftly moved off the stage and back to the table, where Tom gave her a hug. Jason said "See, that was great!" Nodding, Lucy looked around the table and asked "Okay, who's next?"


A woman who always tries to be the best that she can be, and loathes people who don't.


A/N: Hello, everybody! So, what did you all think of my choice of song for Lucy? Does it sound like something she would sing? If you have never heard it before, it's called Stupid Girl, by Pink. Here's a link: .com/watch?v=-alPkfclj48