Chapter 1

"Leah, I want to see those paperworks sorted out for Monday," said Mayor Phlemming packing up his things, getting ready to leave for home; hardly looking at Leah.

"But sir, isn't that meant to be your responsibility?" said Leah, cocking one brow.

"Well, er, yes - but as you know I'm far too busy this week so could you please be a darling and get them sorted out for me?" said Mayor Phlemming hastily. Quickly marching out the door.

"Ah-hah...again he gets away with it," sighed Leah quietly. She gathered up the paperworks and put them in her handbag. Rachel, one of Leah's friends and co-worker, suddenly came barging into the room. A big grin plastered on her face. This usually meant she was very excited/happy about something.

"Oh. My. GOD!" she stammered out happily, causing Leah to jump a bit. "You'll never guess what Gerry got us!"

"Oh? What?" said Leah.

"He got us tickets for that club 'The Zit'!" said Rachel excitedly. "I would have never dreamed of going there but now that Gerry actually got tickets for it, there's no way I'm passing down the chance!"

"Um...when you said Gerry got tickets for 'us', what exactly did you mean?" said Leah nervously.

"For me, Beatrice, Harry, himself and you of course!" said Rachel.

"What!" said Leah, unable to believe what Rachel had just said.

"What d'you mean 'what'? Don't you wanna come?" said Rachel, looking a bit disappointed.

"Well - I - of course I'd like to hang out with my friends - but the point is - I don't really like clubs very much - I don't dance," said Leah, flushing slightly.

"Who says you're gonna be dancing, honey? I don't dance. Neither does the rest of us! We're all hopeless! But we'll be socializing and having a few drinks, just chill-axing, Leah," said Rachel, reassuringly.

"I guess you're right, ok, fine, my mind's made up. I'll go," said Leah.

"Cool. Gerry'll pick you up at 8!" said Rachel, flouncing off. Leah often wondered if there was actually a hyper-active side to Rachel, this proved that her suspicions were correct.

Leah looked at the paperworks in her handbag. "I guess I'll just have to get working on them tomorrow..." she said, walking out the door.

As Leah made her way past the police station, she suddenly bumped into Ozzy and Drix.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey Leah!! Girl, where have you been!?" said Ozzy, excited to see her.

"At work as usual, Jones." laughed Leah. "So how have you guys been?"

"Well, the usual I guess-"

"We've been very busy, y'know, kickin' butt and all that!!" said Ozzy, cutting Drix off. "I heard from Rachel that you guys are going to 'The Zit'." Ozzy added.

"Yes, though now I'm not sure if I wanna go..." said Leah, uncomfortably.

"Go, Leah! I'd go if I wanted to, but we're kinda busy today, go enjoy yourself, girl! You can fill us in on the details after!" said Ozzy grinning charmingly.

"Ok, ok, I'll go. You guys mind yourselves," said Leah, kissing Ozzy on the lips.

"Don't worry, baby, we will!" said Ozzy, running off into the police station and suddenly crashing into the Chief. Sending the chief's coffee spilling all over him.

"Oh crap." said Ozzy, staring wide-eyed at the Chief's soaked shirt.

"JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The Chief thundered.

Yes, that was the fifth Friday he'd done that.

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Gerry rang the doorbell at 8 o'clock sharp. Leah (after trying on so many different outfits and then settling for a short black skirt and off-the shoulder top) answered the door.

"Hey Gerry," she said smiling. She looked over at his van and spotted Rachel, Beatrice and Harry waving enthusiastically from the back seat.

"Hi, Leah! Sorry, I'm not late am I?" he said nervously.

"No where near late, you're just on time," said Leah getting into the van beside Gerry.

"I'm glad to hear it, all right fellas, let's roll!" said Gerry happily, starting up the engine and driving off.

"Oh my god, I just can't believe we're actually going to 'The Zit'!" said Rachel excitedly.

"Give it a rest!" said Gerry, Leah, Harry and Beatrice simultaneously. Rachel then decided to shut up until they got there.

The place was crowded when they finally got inside the club. Rachel peered around.

"Let's just take a seat for a while over there, m'kay?" she suggested, the others nodded in agreement and sat down on the seats near the bar.

"I'll order us all some drinks, my treat," said Harry, turning to the bartender.

Leah watched some guy come up and start hitting on Beatrice, leaning over and whispering in her ear. She then shook her head and the man goes away.

"What was he saying?" Leah asked.

"Oh, he was just some silly pervert, you know how they are," said Beatrice. "I made it clear that I wasn't interested."

"Right," said Leah. Harry then passed down the drinks.

"Hope you guys like cranberry juice," he said.

"What? No Vodka?" joked Beatrice, slurping from the glass.

"Take it easy there, Beatrice," he laughed, taking a swig as well.

"I'm gonna go look for a less crowded room, ok?" said Gerry, running off.

The others waited at the bar, drinking more and chatting.

"Germ women are such sluts," said Rachel staring after this tall lady, with waist-length pink hair wearing nothing more than a pink bra-like top, short trousers and thigh-high boots.

"Yeah," said Leah, grimacing.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Gerry finally returned.

"We're in luck, I found a room at the far end that's completely empty! Let's go!" said Gerry taking Rachel's hand and running off. Beatrice looked back at Leah.

"Aren't you comin', honey?" said Beatrice.

"In a minute, I'm just gonna have a few more drinks, you and Harry go on ahead without me," said Leah.

"Ok, but don't hang around too long, I wouldn't want that pervert to come back," said Beatrice, running off with Harry.

Leah ordered another cranberry juice, this time with vodka, she mixed the drinks together and quickly drank it, savouring the bitter taste in her mouth.

"Hai babeh," a deep voice startled her. Leah turned round to find a rather tall, red-skinned man with purple dreadlocks standing next to her. "What's a pretty little cell like you doing sitting alone?" he added, sitting down on the seat beside her.

"Uh, I-I'm just having a drink before meeting up with my friends," said Leah, draining the last drop of her drink.

"How about just having one more, you're not in a rush are you?" said the man.

"Well - ok, just one quintessentially quick drink," said Leah. She didn't even know the man's name, but felt a little too shy to ask.

"Thrax."

"What?" said Leah, suddenly back to her senses.

"My name's Thrax," said Thrax.

"Oh, oh um, it's a nice name," said Leah feeling foolish.

"You got one?" he asked as he ordered the drinks from the bartender.

"It's Leah. Leah Estrogen," she said, trying to sound calm. But she was actually feeling extremely nervous.

Thrax then passed down one of the drinks to Leah. She sipped it cautiously. Thank goodness it was just vodka.

Leah cleared her throat. "So, um, so what d'you do for a living?" she asked, trying to make conversation.

"I'm a virus, baby, I just entered this body a few weeks ago. Don't worry, baby, I aint gonna take this body down, it's about time I settled down in one place for a while. It gives me a chance to meet cute chicks like you," said Thrax, smirking at Leah.

Leah flushed deep red. "Wha- uh, thanks." she said, pushing back her hair out of her eye.

"I'm guessing you're a white blood cell then, baby?" said Thrax.

"Yes. I just work as the Mayor's assistant, the job isn't as easy as you think. Apparently the Mayor is one lazy ass, if I might add." said Leah giggling. Thrax chuckled.

"I don't give a damn about the Mayor anyway," said Thrax grinning.

"I'm glad to hear it," said Leah.

Rachel suddenly came bounding over to Leah. "Leah, I thought you said you were coming?" she said. She suddenly spotted Thrax, she eyed him up and down, not impressed. "Am I interrupting anything?" she asked.

"Well, no -"

"Yes." said Thrax, calmly. Rachel looked taken aback by his response. Leah looked at him surprisingly, it was the way he said it, like he didn't really care what people thought of him.

"Well, I-I guess I'll see you in a while then, Leah?" said Rachel, ignoring Thrax completely.

"Yes, yes you will," said Leah, trying to sound reassuring. Rachel then marched off, giving nervous glances back at Thrax.

"You didn't have to say it like that..." Leah mumbled, but she sounded quite impressed.

"I was just being honest, baby," said Thrax, smirking.

Leah smiled at him, suddenly her nervousness had completely disappeared.

Maybe coming to this club wasn't a complete waste after all....