The Jazz Club-Chapter One
by Sammie
 

I have been inspired to write a Julian and Eve fanfic by SheridanC. I might comtinue, depends on the feedback.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, they belong to Passions, NBC, and JER, I am just borrowing them for this story :)
The Jazz Club-Chapter One

As Julian walked into the smoky night club, his first thought was of the Brandy he planned to order. As he walked over to the bar, he noticed something different than the last time he'd been here. He looked over to the stage, and the regular singer was gone. In her place was a new girl, who in Julian's thoughts, was looking especially delicious that night. Not only that, but she had the voice of an angel.
He walked over to the bar, and took a seat at an available stool.
"The usual?" Jimmy asked.
"Of course," Julian replied.
Julian had been coming here for the past few weeks, since he had to stay in Boston for an unknown amount of time. His father informed him that he would tell him when he needed to come home. He knew his father was up to some deal, but he wasn't sure what it was.
For the next hour, Julian watched the new night club singer do her sets. He had had a couple of flings with some of the girls there, and he saw this girl just as another one of them.
"So Jimmy, who's the new girl?"
"Her?" he pointed to the stage. "Names Eve. Crystal brought her in here a couple days ago, and we decided to try her out. She has a nice voice, huh?"
Julian nodded and looked back to the stage.

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As Eve sang, her mind wasn't on the words or the music. It was on the past few days. Leaving home and getting her own place had been frightning for her.

"Mom, please!"
"NO!" she screamed. "I can't take this! I can barely take care of myself, much less you! All your things are packed, now leave!"
Eve knew she had to leave. Her mother was on drugs as they spoke, and when they wore off Eve knew her mother would just take more. But even though she knew she was better of living be herself, she still loved her mom, no matter what she did.
So Eve took her 3 plastic grocery bags filled with a few outfits, a brush, and $20 to live on, she left her house, never to return.

At least she had Crystal. If it weren't for her, she would have never made it.
She ran into Crystal's apartment. It was the only place she could think of to go, until she could earn some money for a place of her own.
Crystal came out of her bedroom and saw Eve, with tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. "Eve, honey, what's wrong?"
"It's my mom. She kicked me out. Can, can I stay here? Just until I can find a way live on my own?"
"Of course. Come here and I'll fix the couch for you."

Eve snapped out of her thoughts and concentrated on the music. She needed to keep this job, she didn't want to be a burden to her close friend much longer.

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Eve finished her last set, and went over to the bar.
"What'll it be?" the bartender asked her.
Julian looked over at Eve and decided to make his move.
"Why don't I buy you a drink?" he asked.
Eve looked over at the man suspiciously. She wondered whether to trust him. She wondered whether she would ever trust anyone again, save Crystal.
"Don't be afraid, my dear. I don't bite."
"What's your name?"
"Julian. And yours is Eve, am I right?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Well, I heard your voice and it sounded so angelic that I asked the bartender. So, can I buy you a drink?"
Eve thought for a minute. 'What harm could come of it? It's not I can really afford to buy anything right now. I have to save up' "Well, I guess."
Julian turned his attention to the bartender once again. "A glass of..." he turned to Eve.
"White wine." She knew she shouldn't drink, especially since this was from someone who she didn't even know, but she needed a drink.
"One white wine for the lady."
Eve suddenly got the urge to take back the order, and leave. Something about this man, there was something she knew she shouldn't trust. But she pushed those feelings aside. What harm could come of one drink?