I've recently found myself completely enamored by this show, so I'm giving this a shot. This is completely written off the top of my head, so all grammar, punctuation, etc., might not be perfect. This is my first (ever) fanfiction, so any feedback is greatly appreciated. :)

I do not own any of the characters, obviously.

The title is from a song by ZZ Ward.

Piper walked the New York City street, resume in hand, counting down the blocks until she reached her destination. "I should have worn a coat," she says to herself. It was late March, and unseasonably cold. As she continued walking, she focused on the tapping sound her heels made on the sidewalk as she walked. She loved the city. Everything about it. The vibrance, the air of mystery it always seems to keep, even the frigid spring air. Being the small-town girl from Connecticut that she was, this was as close to heaven as she'd ever get. As the sign the Brattman's Pub grew closer, she looked over her résumé one last time. "Nailed it."

Piper walked up to the bar, she stood and waited for the bartender to notice her. "Hey, Laura Ingalls Wilder!" She looked toward the middle of the room and her eyes locked with those of the tall dark headed woman calling her. "We're skipping America before the apocalypse, wanna come?" Piper smiled at her, already drawn to her deep husky voice, and porcelain skin. "Sorry?" Before the woman had time to respond, the bartender made his way over to Piper.

"What can I get for you?"

"Oh, hi, I was wondering if you're hiring?" The bartender looked her up and down, summing her up in one glance. "No, sorry."

"Well, can I leave this with you?" she asked, giving him her résumé.

"Honestly, it's just gonna end up in a drawer somewhere, so.."

Piper sighed disappointedly, "Oh, okay.. Well, can I have a margarita then?"

"That I can do," he said walking away to mix the cocktail. Piper sat her messenger bag onto the stool beside her and sat down at the bar.

Suddenly, she felt someone walk up beside her.

"It's a little cold out for a margarita, don't you think?" Piper looked up at the dark-haired woman she had spoken to earlier, immediately stricken by her beauty, now that she got a closer look. The woman smiled at Piper and picked up her résumé, "let's see this. Steve's Big Cuisine... La Grande Framage... Bullshit, bullshit. You need a lesson in fudging a résumé," she said laughing. Piper watched in a daze as the woman's dark eyes scanned across the paper. Who was this woman? And where did she come from?

"Do you work here?" Piper asked.

The woman shot her eyes up to meet Piper's, "Are you fucking kidding me..," she looked back down at the paper, "manager: Polly Harper... No one named Polly Harper gets put in charge, who is that, really?" Piper smiled bashfully at her, "It's my friend!" The women laughed and Piper took the chance to look the woman over. She was gorgeous. Raven black hair, that complimented her dark eyes and black rimmed glasses, cascaded over her shoulders. She was dressed in black skinny jeans, combat boots, and a white tank top. "So. Fucking. Sexy," Piper thought to herself watching as the woman stopped laughing and leveled her head back with Piper's.

"You've never waited a fucking table in your life, have you?" the woman asked, completely calling Piper's bluff. Piper smiled and shook her head, "no." The women gazed into each others eyes both taken by the obvious connection between them.

"So...," the woman began, "Piper Chapman. A Smith grad, with excellent listening skills. Passionate about making diners feel good... Mmm, that sounds kind of kinky." The bartender sat a margarita down in front of Piper and the woman motioned for him to add it to her tab.

"Safe, clean, and careful, when handling food and drink-" Piper yanked the résumé away from the laughing woman, looking away and embarrassingly putting her hand over her eyes.

"I like that in a woman," said the dark-haired beauty, now in a much more serious tone. She smirked and locked eyes with Piper.

"What else do I need to know about you?"

"Who are you.." Piper finally asked.

"My name is Alex."

"And what do you do, Alex? Besides make fun of strangers in bars," Piper said flirtatiously.

"I work for an international drug cartel." Silence fell between the two women as a horrified look slowly began to play over Piper's face, before Alex burst into laughter.

"Hey, ya wanna get out of here?" Alex asked, looking at Piper over the top of her black rimmed glasses. "Wow, you don't waste any time, do you?" Piper laughed as she shook her head at the older woman's audacity. Alex smiled, getting up off of her bar stool, "Don't get ahead of yourself, kid. My friends and I are just heading to a club downtown." Piper felt her cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson from embarrassment, but nodded her head in agreement as she stood. She felt a hand lightly resting on her lower back, guiding her out of the pub.

An hour and four shots of tequila later, Piper was feeling good. She looked around the club completely packed with people. Strobe lights were flashing and the bass from the music was thumping so hard it rattled her spine. It was fucking awesome. Alex returned to the small table the two were sharing and sat her beer down.

"Have you been here before," she asked the blonde.

"No, but I wish I have. This place is great." Alex smiled at the younger woman, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together, "wanna dance?" Piper nodded, leading them both out to the middle of the dance floor. She turned her back to Alex, and immediately felt Alex's arms wrap around her waist. Every nerve ending in Piper's body seemed to light up from the contact.

The longer Piper danced, the stronger the music got, and the more she sank into Alex's body. She ground her ass into Alex's pelvis and lifted her arms behind her, tangling her fingers into Alex's hair. Piper felt every move as Alex's hands roamed all over her torso, but stopping just under her breasts. Piper was about to explode. She turned around and looked Alex straight in the eyes. Before she could even make a move, Alex's fingers were clasped around the back of Piper's neck and their lips collided. Piper felt a fire spread through her entire body as Alex's tongue roughly stroked her own. Piper pulled back from the kiss gasping for air that she couldn't seem to find.

She stopped and finally realized her surroundings and what she was doing. "Oh, no," she said louder than she'd meant to. "Are you okay?" Alex asked, running her hands up and down her arms. Piper pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket to check the time.

2:34 a.m.

Missed calls: Larry (14)

"Oh, God. Shit. Shit. Shit." Piper ran through the sweaty crowd of people and grabbed her bag from the empty table. Alex followed short behind her, "What the hell? Are you okay?"

"I have to go."

Alex looked down to grab her cell phone, "Okay, well, can I at least get your phone num-" When she raised her head she was gone. She slid her phone back into her pocket and drummed her fingers on the table in front of her. "Piper Chapman."