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6:31

I looked down at my clock as I finally drove into the town. Bon Temps looked like the typical small country town. I had seen a lot of those in Alabama, but I was happy that the one I was seeing now was hundreds of miles from there. I glanced at the piece of paper on my dash: 'Merlotte's Bar and Grill'. I was hoping to get a job to be able to afford living somewhere. My current address was my blue 2005 Rav-4….license plate THB 140. Not the most comfortable of living situations, but it worked. I checked the clock again.

6:34

Great. I had at the most two hours to find somewhere safe to park so I could sleep without being caught by the cops. And I was almost out of gas with no money to get any.

I pulled into the parking lot of the bar, turned off the car and just sat for a moment. "Breathe…just relax," I muttered, opening the door and getting out.

The sun was setting as I walked into the loud, quite full bar. There were a few waitresses walking around, but there seemed to be a shortage. There were only two that I could see: a small blonde woman and a taller red-head.

I made my way to the bar and took a seat. Looking around, I didn't notice the bartender walk up.

"What can I get you?" the young black woman asked.

I bit my lip. "Just some ice water please," she nodded and starting filling my order. Just ask, I thought to myself…"Um, I was wondering if I could talk to someone about a job?"

She looked up and set the water in front of me. "Yeah," I figured she'd go get the owner or something. Instead—"Sam! Get over here!"

A few customers looked disgruntled, but she just gave them a glare, making them shut up.

"What is it Tara? And didn't I tell you not to yell whenever you need something?" A man wearing flannel came over to her behind the bar. Tara just rolled her eyes and pointed at me.

"Looking for a job," With that, she went to the other end of the bar.

The man, Sam, just watched her go, shaking his head, before turning to me. "Sorry about her. So, you're looking for a job?" I nodded. "Alright, well I'm Sam."

I shook the hand he extended. "Anya. Wilkensen." Sam smiled.

"Come back to the office." I stood and followed him into a back hallway and finally, a small office-like room. "You got any waitressing experience?" We both sat down as he asked this.

"I worked at a Waffle House when I was 18, but only for a couple of months," I saw and felt the doubt of my skills because of this statement. "Not because I couldn't do it. I had some family…issues."

Sam smiled tightly and looked down uneasily. "Are you ok with…vampires?"

My eyebrows furrowed at the question, but I nodded. "I've never actually served one, but I don't have a problem with them."

Ok, so this was a little bit of a lie, but in all truth, I really didn't have any problems with the vampires…it was more like pest control issues.

But, fortunately, Sam bought it and smiled again. "Alright, then you can start tomorrow night if you'd like." I smiled too then and started to stand. "Oh, exactly when were you 18 and working at Waffle House?"

I laughed and pulled out my driver's license. "A little over three years ago." He chuckled at himself before showing me out the door and back into the bar.

The next evening, I was ready for work and making my way into Merlotte's. i checked my watch to make sure I wasn't late.

6:15

Sam had told me to be at work at 6:30 so he could ease me into the new rountines and work schedules. I had left my car close to the bar because it had finally run out of gas and I had nowhere to go after work, so I figured I would stay close by tonight, just in case.

I walked into the bar, and was one of the only people in there who didn't work there.

Tara was behind the bar, reading. She motioned me over when she saw me. "Here," she held something out for me. "Sam wanted me to give you your apron and notepad. He also wanted me to tell you that you have a cubby in the back office." Then she just went back to her book. Wow.

With my apron and notepad in hand, I made my way to the back and almost ran into the small blonde woman.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you coming," The way she said that sort of confused me. She stuck out her hand. "I'm Sookie."

"Anya," I replied, shaking her hand. "Tara said I had a cubby back here?" She smiled and led me over to a corner of the office.

"This is where Sam lets us keep anything we need. You get the bottom cubby." I put my purse there and started to tie on my apron.

"Thanks. I guess it's just so new to me. I literally moved into town yesterday." Sookie nodded and looked at me purposefully. It felt like she was trying to look through me or something. i turned away and started walking out the office door. For some reason, I knew she wouldn't be able to find anything just by looking.

When I was back out in the bar, I met Arlene and Terry, both who had a lot going on with their feelings. They seemed atractted to each other, but there was something holding them back. When I shook their hands, I saw it all.

In Arlene's head, there were her children, the bar, and a very handsome looking man whom I could tell had caused her a lot of pain.

In Terry's, there were bombs and gunshots and men screaming that greeted em and I let go of his hand faster without seeming rude.

Finally, a little later, the bar started to fill up and we were on our way.

That was when they walked in.

Author's Note:

Ok, I know it's short, but I was hoping to get some feedback to what everyone thinks so far. Please be gentle and attempt to be nice. Just let me know what you think.

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