Piper's POV

"Oh come on Piper! When was the last time you actually went out? And before you say it, your job does not count." Polly questioned.

All day she's been going on at me about going to this bar tonight where this supposedly amazing band is playing.

"Fine, I'll come if you stop going on about it if you can stop going on for five damn minutes!" I give in, knowing that she wouldn't shut up about it until I agreed to go.

"Thank you so much Pipes, you will not regret it!" She squeals like an excited child as she throws her bag onto my bed. "We gotta start getting ready, the band starts at 9 and it's 7:30 already."

I groan like a child and drag myself off of my comfy bed and into my bathroom to shower, "what did you say the band was called again?" I question as I turn the shower on and remove my clothes.

"They're called the dark side. Pete said they're amazing." She answered, her tone changing into a daydream-y one in the last sentence.

"So that's why you wanted to go." I mumble to myself as I step into the shower knowing that I will be sat at the bar by myself all night.

Before I know it, I'm dressed in my black skinny jeans, see-through, white, strappy top and black heels, wavy hair, natural make-up on and I'm stood at the bar beside Polly and Pete who are already making out. I take a long sip of my margarita and look to the stage where 'The dark side' have taken their places.

"Hey guys, we are 'The dark side' and we're going to play a set for you tonight, we hope you enjoy" said the woman with a raspy voice who I'm assuming is the singer and guitarist judging by the guitar around her neck. For a brief moment we make eye contact and she smirks before throwing me a confident wink. I take a sip of my drink to disguise the blush rising to my cheeks.

I'm guessing she's around my age but she's a little taller than me. Finding a woman taller than me is unusual given the fact I'm 5"8 myself. I look back to her face which adorns black glasses which hides bright green eyes which stands out against her long, raven coloured hair with electric blue streaks. My gaze drops down to her chest which I blush at before quickly moving to look at her arms which have various tattoos on before letting my gaze travel down her seemingly endless legs - a black tank top, black jeans, black combat boots and a red and black checked t-shirt (which is tied around her waist) prevents me from seeing much more of this woman.

When I look back to her face I see she is looking at me again and I feel my cheeks flush red yet again at the possibility of her realising I had been checking her out. I drink the rest of my margarita as a distraction and in the hopes my cheeks return to their natural colour. I quickly look at my phone to realise I'd been gawping at this woman for 45 minutes - how time flies when you're having fun.

As I put down my glass, Polly grabs my arm and drags me onto the dancefloor and therefore, closer to the stage. Polly starts dancing to the beat and I have no choice but to dance with her. The whole time I'm moving my body to the beat, I can't seem to take my eyes off the mysterious singer on stage - the way she moves her body to the music, the raspy tone to her voice, the way her fingers move over her guitar strings... I feel like I'm in a trance that cannot be broken - not until I realise the music has stopped and she's about to leave the stage.

"We have been 'The dark side'! You've had Rhea on drums, Melania on guitar, Nicky on bass and you've had me - Alex - on guitar and vocals. I hope you've had an amazing night and we hope to see you soon!" The mysterious woman - who I now know to be Alex - says before the crowd goes wild and they exit the stage. My eyes stay on Alex for as long as they can before she disappears through a door.

I look around to find Polly but see she's apparently abandoned me. I wonder back to the bar to get myself another drink - I order another margarita and in no time it's in front of me and I'm taking a sip.

I feel a tap on my shoulder. Assuming it's Polly, I turn around whilst saying, "where did you go?"

When I fully turn around I'm not faced with Polly. Instead, I'm greeted by the mysterious woman - Alex - who has a smirk on her face and an eyebrow raised.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else" I manage to squeak out. She some how looks more beautiful up close. But not just beautiful, she's really hot.

"I'm Alex Vause, it's nice to meet you." She says in her raspy tone whilst taking a seat on the stool next to me.

"I'm Piper Chapman" I reply before downing my drink in one out of nervousness.

"Do you drink vodka?" She enquires.

"Yes." I respond whilst staring at her pink lips.

"4 double vodka shots and two vodka and cokes." Alex says to the bartender. Almost immediately, they're bought to her. She hands me two shots and a vodka and coke. "We do both shots on the count of three, okay? Three, two, one."

We both do our two shots and I can't help but make a face unlike Alex. She lets out a raspy chuckle at my expense.

"So, Piper Chapman, what do you do?" Alex asks with a raised eyebrow.

"I work in a Café just around the corner. Do you do anything other than being in the band?" I retort wanting the conversation to carry on.

"Nope, I'm just in the band. I don't have time to do another job - I write all of our songs." She responds.

"You guys are really good!" I compliment.

"Thanks Blondie!" This random woman answers - I didn't even realise she was here. I remember her being one of the people in the band.

"I'm Nicky Nichols" She introduces herself.

"I'm Piper Chapman" I reply politely.

"So, Chapman, has Vause here talked her way into your knickers yet?" Nicky asks with a grin that the Cheshire cat would be proud of.

Alex shoves Nicky before turning to me and saying, "ignore Nichols, she has no filter."

Nicky feigns an offended look before leaving.

"I take it you didn't come here alone - where's your boyfriend to?" Alex questions.

"You're right, I didn't come here alone - I came here with my best friend who appears to have abandoned me. And for the record, I don't have a boyfriend." I respond. I don't know why I said the last bit but as I did, I saw a glint cross Alex's eyes.

I take a long drink making half of my vodka and coke disappear and Alex does the same.

"That's good to know," Alex says with a smile, "where's your friend to?"

I quickly look around the room and then look at my phone to see I have a message from Polly saying that she's gone home with Pete.

"Apparently she's left," I say to Alex as I show her the text. "I should probably get going to. I don't like walking home when it's too late." I state as get up.

"I'll walk with you?" Alex offers which I'm more than grateful for - I gladly accept.

Alex goes and gets a hoody and a leather jacket to put on and then we go to leave the bar.

The second we walk onto the street the cold wind whips itself around my bare arms and sends shivers through my body.

Alex takes off her leather jacket and hands it to me, "here, put this on, you must be freezing." She insists.

As I take the leather jacket off of her, our hands touch and another shiver rippled through my body but this time, it wasn't from the cold. "Thank you" I reply as I put it on. "How long have you been in the band?" I ask, genuinely interested about her.

"That's a semi-complicated question, I've been in the band as you've seen for a year and half but I've been part of 'The dark side' for five years. I started off the band when I was sixteen. It was just me and Nichols so it wasn't much of a band really. We've had people come and leave over the past 5 years. Me and Nichols are the originals, if ya like. We go way back though, we've known each other since we were about 7." Alex explained.

"Are you and Nicky dating?" I accidentally blurt out. Before I can say something Alex erupts into laughter.

"Me and Nichols? I don't think so. She's like family to me." She manages to get out between her chuckles.

I can't help but feel a sense of relief flood my body at this statement.

"How about you, Pipes, are you with anyone?" She asks.

My heart begins to race at the nickname - it's not like no one calls me Pipes but the way she said it just does something to me.

I try to ignore my heart that's trying to escape my chest - "no, I'm not" I reply.

"Good." Alex replies simply with a smirk.

My cheeks flush red once again. Just in time, we reach my flat.

"So, this is me..." I say awkwardly as we come to a stand still. I look down out my feet not really knowing what to say.

"Give me your phone." Alex demands.

"Why?" I ask with my brows furrowed but handing the raven haired beauty my phone anyway.

"I'm giving you my number" Alex responds with a chuckle.

I go red with embarrassment, "do you want my number too?" I ask nervously.

"Sure," Alex responds with a smile and gives me her phone.

I take it from her and our fingers touch again - I get that feeling for a second time. I try to shake it off and I type my number in before we swap phones back.

"You have my number, you should use it." Alex says with a smirk and a wink before starting to walk away, "Goodnight, Piper Chapman."

"Goodnight, Alex." I reply before she jogs back to the pub.

I only go inside when I can no longer see her.

I begin to undress ready for bed and realise I still have Alex's jacket. Once I'm dressed ready for bed I consider texting her telling her that I have her jacket.

'Would she think I'm too eager? Does she actually want me to text her? What do I say exactly?' All these thoughts run through my head.

Before I know it, I have my phone in my hand and I'm writing a text to Alex: 'Hey Alex, I just realised I didn't give you your jacket back - I'm sorry. I can send it to you or something if you like? It was nice meeting you. Goodnight.' My thumb hovers over the send button before I finally gather up the courage to push it.

I go to the kitchen and have a drink of water before going back into my room. I turn my bedroom light off, get into bed and plug my phone in so it charges. As the screen lights up to say the cable's connected, I see Alex has texted back already: 'Eager are we? ;) How about I come by tomorrow and pick it up? I'm assuming you don't work on Sundays? It was nice seeing you too, Pipes.'

I smile at the nickname yet again and reply: 'No, I don't work Sundays. That sounds perfect. Is 1 o'clock good for you?'

Almost instantly I get another reply: 'Sounds perfect, I'll see you then. Goodnight Piper.'

Before going back to sleep, I type a goodnight text back and send it.

Before I know it, I'm in dreamland dreaming of a tall, raven haired, green eyed, mysterious beauty who goes by the name of Alex Vause.

A/N Hey guys, I know it's been a while since I've uploaded anything so I'm sorry. I'm pretty rusty after not writing for so long so I apologise in advance. I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave me a comment/message of what you like, don't like and what to happen. I'll try upload whenever I can. Thanks!