Ashley groaned as she stirred on her couch. The TV spat static at her and caused her to blink repeatedly at the sudden light. Last night should have ended early, but the jeers for an encore proved to be overwhelming. Ashley had negotiated a day off from the club after that, since they were there seven hours longer than they needed to be and had to use the songs they were saving for tomorrow to satisfy the crowd. Feeling around for the remote, Ashley turned on the TV properly and hit the guide button. Swearing as she saw it was twelve thirty, Ashley sprang up out of her makeshift bed and wobbled for a moment as the blood rushed to her head before she began to head for her bathroom to shower.

Turning on the radio she kept in her bathroom, Ashley turned it to 91.3 as she began to peel off her smelly clothes. Giving a smile to herself in the mirror, as was her custom, Ashley turned up the radio and started her shower. About halfway through scrubbing herself clean of the few drinks thrown at the stage each night Ashley perked up when she heard Sadie mention some breaking news about an officer shooting an unarmed civilian who wasn’t cooperating with him. Staring at her radio in worry Ashley froze for a few moments as she processed this information. Bainbridge island was a pretty peaceful place, so this was a rather unnerving turn of events. Ashley tried to sing along with Sacrilege, but the worrisome news sealed her tongue to the roof of her mouth

Finishing her shower and drying herself, Ashley headed into her rarely used bedroom and began to dress herself in a clone of the outfit she had peeled off earlier. She liked the design, and was always annoyed at having to wash her clothes constantly. Though Ashley knew that was merely part of the occupational hazard that came with playing at bars and clubs. The more people drank, the more that throwing their drinks seemed like a good idea. This was also the reason why Ashely kept her hair so short: Less to scrub.

Pulling on one of the swimsuits she wore underneath her clothes, Ashley took a moment to adjust it so it fit properly before pulling on a pair of nylon stockings. Pulling on her pants, shirt, and jacket Ashley stepped into her boots and pulled the laces and straps snug before checking over her appearance in the mirror to make sure that everything was in place. Smiling to herself again, Ashley gave a thumbs up and headed out the door. It would seem weird to people when she did that, but keeping herself confident was something Ashley took great pride in. Stopping in her tracks and smacking herself in the forehead Ashley turned around and went back inside.

Gathering her dirty clothes, Ashley packed them into the washing machine and got it started. Every time she ran it the washing machine was set to thorough scrub. It was the only way to get the smell out of her clothes. Grabbing the keys to her jeep Ashley locked the front door and turned off the TV before heading into the garage and opening the main door.

Closing the door to the house behind her Ashley got into her jeep and started the car. Backing out, Ashley closed the garage door and drove off. For many people, getting food at a bar wasn’t something that they found to be wholesome and filling, but Ashley knew that it was better than it looked most of the time. Parking neatly between two other cars Ashley got out of her jeep and closed the door behind her. Pressing the lock key once, she heard the doors click. A second press elicited a beep from the car. Satisfied in its security Ashley headed into the bar and sat down at, well, the bar. Asking for chicken fingers, Ashley idly stared at a nearby TV while she waited for her food.