'I hate working. I hate this job. I'm tired of school. I just want to be home on the couch watch TV, that's all why is it so hard to get that.' She looked up at the TV in the bar, 'I guess I'll just watch the news and clean these glasses.' Lost in her thoughts she didn't notice the woman that sat on the other side of the bar. She continued to clean the glasses, and watching the news. 'poor little doggy you'll find a home',

"Heyyy! Can I get some service here?" Kagome looked over to see the woman yelling. She sat the glass down with the rest and walked over to the woman.

"You know you can say that word umm… what is it oh.. excuse me..yep that's it" she placed her hands on her hips and looked at the woman. "well, excuse me, can I get some damn service?" Taking in a deep breath before she lose her job. "Why yes what ever do you want ma'am?" taking out her note pad. The woman smiled "well see that's not so hard, how about a margarita please" Kagome wrote it down feeling this woman was going to scam her tonight, "coming right up".

Turning back around to look at the TV, someone changed it to the game. 'Can't ever have anything at this damn bar' she finished the woman's drink and slid it to her. She went over to the group of gentlemen that just sat down. "You bitch!" Kagome turned to see the woman soaked in the margarita. She walked over smiling "now what do we have here, maybe next time you should be nice to your bartender". Kagome tried to turn away, but the woman reached for her hair.

They started to fight, "you filthy whore", "let go of my hair slut", "hey! Break it up". The manager came in between the two woman, grabbing Kagome and telling the woman to leave. "Yeah bitch get to stepping" Kagome yelled at the woman spitting blood on the floor. "And you go home!", shocked she turned "Miroku what do you mean go home she started it" pointing at the door. "Look at you, your face is cut up and your hair…". "Fine, I'm gone."

Throwing her towel on the bar and heading to the back to get her stuff. 'I see that little bitch I swear'. Lost in her thoughts one of her co-workers walked in the locker room. "Why you got to be a hot head huh?" putting on her jacket, "cause I can't do anything right." She walked right pass him and out to her car.

Driving home she blast the music trying to forget the fight, work, everything. Singing to the radio she almost missed her turn. Parking the car she got her bag and headed to the entrance door of the apartment. 'often, often, girl I do this often', she took out her key card to get in the door. "Do you have some change", she looked down and saw beautiful golden eyes.