It never failed. She worked her ass off and the second she had a day off to get the basic life necessities taken care of everything went to shit. At this point Charlie was ready to tell Murphy and his law to kiss her ass. The day had started out much like any other. She had got back to her tiny apartment in Slumtown barely before the sun rose, having finished up her shift at the strip club and then hanging out with some of the dancers to throw back a few drinks. By the time the sun did come up and most normal people were heading out to work Charlie was passed out on her bed, black out curtains doing their best to block out the rest of the world. She wouldn't get to sleep in long, however, when you worked six days out of seven most weeks you needed that one day to do everything else. Her alarm almost was introduced to the wall across the room when it went off, however, because not only was she simply not ready to get up, she was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. She was as close to being a vampire as you could be without the whole sucking blood thing.
After a shower to wash off the smell of the club along with the body oil the dancers all slicked themselves down in Charlie threw on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, throwing her hair back in a bandana and calling it good. Since she was working she didn't bother with makeup, not caring who saw the bags under her eyes. Charlie never had been a high maintenance kind of girl; even though most would not believe her if they only saw her at work. Work was work though and out of work she was on her own time and she had far better shit to do then waste time primping in a mirror for some random strangers’ pleasure. Today Charlie had laundry to do, which meant an excruciating trip to the Laundromat, a chore she despised with every ounce of her being. She did it first to get it the hell out of the way and then focused on the rest of her list which included a couple of stops at random shops around town including the grocery store. With her backpack and saddlebags she had plenty of room to pick up the few things she needed for a household of one which was a good thing because she hated taking the bus. The smells especially always bombarded her extra sensitive senses and made her want to bleach out her nose by the time she got home.
Several hours later and she had finally left the grocery store, her last stop, and was heading home when Murphy popped his ugly head up and kicked her in the teeth. A sputter, a stutter, and next thing she knew she was gliding her motorcycle to the side of the road. The damn thing had gone and just died on her. It wasn't that she was worried about fixing it, she had built the chopper from the ground up to begin with, it was the damn inconvenience of it. She had groceries in her bags, she was still several miles from home so pushing the bike home would be a nightmare, especially with how idiotically people drove on the streets of Slumtown, and all she wanted to do was get home, put her feet up, pop open a beer and relax for a few hours before returning to work the next day. Cursing under her breath Charlie kicked the stand down, wiggled out of her backpack which she left on the curb but kept close so no one could just swipe, stripped out of her leather coat and helmet and pulled out her took kit from the pack of the bike, unrolling in on the seat. She hoped it was just a loose connection and sooner rather than later she would be on her way. Unfortunately her bike was usually as big of a bitch as she was and nothing was ever easy or simple when it came to it. The only good thing was that the road she was on was not a major freeway or heavily traveled so she didn't have to worry, too much, about getting run over while on the shoulder.