Introduction (Finally)

It started like any other morning for Kandie. Only minutes after the dreary daylight beamed through the window she slipped her way out of the bed she happened to find herself in that morning. She threw on her clothes, only able to button her shirt half the way (the top 4 buttons are gone). She quickly made her way around to the disgusting kitchen. She added whatever scraps she could find to her foil pouch. This was Kandie's breakfast every morning. She quickly glanced at the other figure in the bed to ensure that he was still asleep. Then she left. That was Kandie's number one rule: always leave before he wakes up.
Today was a good day for Kandie. She stumbled out of her hostess building, teeth shatering from the wind penetrating her fish net skirt, and glared up and down the street. Which way was the Diner? That was the only thing Kandie cared about each morning. She was not far this morning. After tilting her head sideways to read the falling street sign, Kandie made her way down Back St. towards the alley. It was like any other walk for her- underdressed and cold, the freezing wind blew her brown frizzy hair uncontrollably as she held down her skirt with her foil pouch. She didn't care. She only wanted to get to the Diner. As she hurriedly walked down the alley, she noticed the usuals still asleep next to D&D. Kandie loved this time of day. It was silent. She was alone. It was the only time she had to herself. Left on Mercy and a short walk brought Kandie to Jorri Rae's Diner.
The next 12 hours of Kandie's day are spent here. Her first hour or two are spent sitting at a table catching up on sleep. No one minds since the diner is rarely crouded. She replaces her fish net skirt with jeans she keeps at the restaurant and throws on her Jorrie Rae Diner t-shirt. By the time 2 o'clock comes around Kandie stops trying to be cheerful and nice. At 4 o'clock she starts collecting. Today is a good day-someone decided not to finish their chicken fried steak and left half of an apple pie. It all goes in her foil pouch for later. By 6 o'clock all Kandie can think of is the handle of Bostons that awaits her after work. She switches back into her fish net skirt and takes off her Diner t-shirt. By 6:30 she is drunk for the first time that night.