Hello everyone, for some of you this story may seem rather familiar as it was previously known as That Lovely Bartender written on my past account Geeky Bibliophile. But due to losing my account information I've decided to rewrite the story. I'm was so happy for the support I received on it and am glad to finally get back to rewriting it!

Please enjoy!

Chapter 1

I was simply fooled to believe that a train ride to a far off land gave someone a relaxed feeling. That the thoughts of being whisked away to experience new things would make you feel rewarded. And the possibility of a new, wonderful life at the end of your stop only made the hours of your trip seem to shorten in length.

Oh how a gullible and foolish girl I was.

My stomach hasn't stopped doing back flips from since I kissed Rob'O, my dear cousin, on the cheek and boarded my train to Station Square. The only things traveling alongside me were a single suitcase and a phone given to me two years ago by a childhood friend.

I glared at the last message sent to me on the bright pink Blackberry.

"See you when you get here, Sweetie."

A picture of a voluptuous white bat, posing in a sexy red dress was plastered next to the message. Rouge. A women who only visited my now former home of Mercia for a single day, and who is now going to allow me to live under her roof as I become one of the newest residents of Station Square.

Screeeech.

My gut started to do extreme somersaults as my heart joined in, too. The train had stopped. The voice of a monotonous woman echoed throughout the train car as people began to rise and grab their belongings.

"We've arrived at Station Square Metro train station. Please grab all your belongings and exit at the designated doors. We wish you all a good day."

People of different species started pushing past me as I struggled a bit to take out my suitcase from the overhead compartment. When it finally popped out, nearly knocking over a male wolf who only glared and cursed under his breath in response, I followed the crowd to the outside.

Station Square Metro was larger than Rouge had described. The place was bigger than any port I've seen in Mercia and the amounts of people only made it difficult for me to navigate.

I was stuck looking around, as people pushed past me knocking me into every direction. I clutched my heart as its beating was visibly moving my clammy hands up and down.

"Well, well. If it isn't my little Rosy." A seductive voice spoke up against my ear. I nearly jumped but finally calmed when I saw who it was.

"Rouge! It's been so long." I hugged Rouge relived that she found me amongst the masses. The smell of her perfume made my heart beat slow down. She grabbed my hand as she led me past the crowds of people.

As we got further out of the station the crowds of people became thinner. The moment we made it to the outside, my opens only opened wider. The city of Station Square was just how I saw it on TV: the skyscrapers looked as if they were using the clouds as disguises for their peaks, restaurants and stores were at every corner and masses of people were moving around with vigor in their step. I was so taken by the sights that I nearly missed what Rouge was explaining to me.

" . . . And while you're living with me I'll have you assigned as Club Rouge's bartender." Rouge finished while my mouth gaped at the missing half of Rouge's words.

"W-what?"

"You will be working during your stay, Amy. As much as I'd love to have you live with me for free I still have a business to run." Rouge gave me a wily smirk as the two continued to walk further into downtown Station Square.

Oh, how could I have forgotten? When Rouge was staying at Mercia she often mentioned her nightclub, Club Rouge in downtown Station Square. She had come to Mercia to visit the owner of the tavern I had been working at, at the time. It was there that we met, and it was most likely there that she seen the potential of me becoming a bartender.

I guess it might be too late to tell her I've never mixed a drink in my life as I was only doing the baking at the tavern.

Club Rouge was definitely a new experience for me. It was nothing like the old, dusty tavern I use to work at where the guests only had two different types of beers to choose from and everyone knew each other.

No. Club Rouge was a huge place that was filled with so many different people. The bar was littered with brightly colored drinks and lights flashed everywhere. People danced in front of a huge stage that had metal poles lit with glowing neon lights in the center-stage. I pointed at them and before I could ask anything Rouge waved me off.

"Don't worry. The strippers only come on Friday nights. But we should hurry the bar is already full and Shadow looks about ready to shoot someone."

I followed Rouge as she we came up to a door on the other end of the club marked, 'Club Personnel Only.' The door revealed a set of stairs that led us to a common living area. The sounds of the club downstairs were practically muted out.

Before I could even get a good look of my surroundings Rouge had pushed me into a room that was located at the end of a hall.

Turning on the light, the light blinked to reveal a simple, furnished bedroom. The room's walls were a bland white, the queen-sized bed was draped in silk black sheets, and the dressers and carpet shared the sickly white color of the walls.

This room was in dire need of the "Amy Rose" touch.

I put my suitcase down as Rouge walked to the closet and opened it to reveal a rather revealing black and white outfit hung up inside.

"Put this on and meet me downstairs at the bar." Rouge sauntered out of the room leaving me to my own thoughts for the split second I had to actually breathe. Working immediately after a six hour train ride. I pray this exhaustion won't be a common thing.

Arriving downstairs I had a bit of trouble moving around in the six inch black pumps that Rouge included along with the white dress shirt, black vest, and the black mini skirt she left me as a bartender uniform.

I was busy pulling the hem of my skirt down that seemed to ride up with each step, until I noticed the many female guests practically naked walking around the nightclub. I was starting to feel modest in my revealing outfit.

The bar was a busy area as club goers came and went with multiple drinks in hand. A single black hedgehog with red streaks dancing along his quills was the only one here. Rouge was nowhere in sight.

The hedgehog was cleaning an empty shot glass when I approached him.

"Hello, my name's Amy Rose. I'm the new bartender here. What's your name?"

The hedgehog looked at me with blood-red eyes as his face furrowed into an even deeper scowl.

"Hurry up and grab a glass. There are people waiting."

My mouth fell and my cheeks puffed up a bit at the hedgehog's aloof answer. I wish I could break that glass over his head. But it will probably be too much on my first day here, already.

A customer approached me half-drunk with a skunk-girl under his arm.

"Hey, two Pina Coladas for the lady and me."

"C-coming right up." I shuffled with finding a glass and after a minute, found two reasonably sized ones and went to look behind me at the hundreds of drinks available.

"Let's see Pina Colada, Pina Colada." Looking at the endless drinks felt like forever and I could hear my two customers getting antsy behind me as they loudly whispered to each other.

"Does this girl even work here?"

"I don't know but she's totally got a great ass."

"Johnny!"

I pulled my skirt down self-consciously as my face burned red.

"Finally! Thanks man."

I looked back to see my two customers walking away, drinks in hand. I felt a pair of eyes on me as I looked over to see the black hedgehog glaring at me.

"O-oh, I couldn't find the Pina Colada-."

"Cut the shit. Are you really the new bartender or one of the strippers who has yet to learn the boundary rules for the male employees? If you are, one, the stripper poles are over there, and two, learn your days of the goddamn week. It's Saturday."

My expression fell as my mind was trying to process this asshole of a hedgehog. My anger was starting to get the best of me.

"Hey, you asshole that's no way to speak to lady."

"My, my, I hope you two are playing nice."

A seductive voice spoke up behind me as Rouge walked up to me. Her body was covered in a silk black dress that threatened to let her more well-endowed parts 'accidentally' pop out.

"Rouge! He-."

"Rouge, is this woman a bartender or one of the new strippers?" The black hedgehog blurted over my response with a deadpan tone.

"She's the new bartender, Shadow. And I'm sorry to spring this on you on the last second but I'm going to need you to train her for the next few weeks."

My heart sank from Rouge's request. She wants Mr. Asshole to train me?

"Tch, as if I don't have enough shit on my plate, Rouge."

"You're a life saver, Shadow!" Rouge smiled and walked off heading towards a red echidna, dressed in black, standing by the club's entrance doors.

The hedgehog named Shadow looked at me with an annoyed and disgusted expression. An expression that resembled someone looking at a squashed bug on their new pair of shoes.

"Listen here, and listen good, brat. As I train you, you better listen and follow everything I say got it? If I say pour, you pour. If I say mix, you mix. Screw it up, and the next line of work you will be doing are on those poles, got it?" Shadow's piercing eyes stared coolly at mine.

I put on a fake smile to hide my thoughts of bashing his skull against the bar's counter top.

"Got it."