I do not own Walking dead or profit from it in anyway but I do own my ideas and that counts for something right? Anyways I hope you all enjoy! Also The song in the story is Skinny Love originally done by Bon Iver. I heard it via Birdy so yeah.
Beth looked up at the sign that matched the same script on the wanted ad she held in her hand. "Drunken Nights. Classy." she muttered softly. The building held a sort of dark, dank feel to it. Almost run down. This building contrasted the level to where she had sank. She sighed softly. It was hard getting a Job when your Ex husband was Governor of Georgia. Especially when he made it his goal to make her life hell after she left him.
Philip Blake was all she could dream of when she first got out of high school and joined Law school. She followed him around like a lost puppy and yes, she had fallen hard for him. But when he fell into power, he turned that power on her. She went through 100's of dollars of concealer a month, that she was surprised he didn't hurt her for that. It took everything in her to leave and then even more to file for divorce. Philip threatened to kill her if she left several times, but she couldn't stand it anymore. She feared for her life as it was and he never let her see her family. She couldn't take it.
Beth touched her cheek instinctively, where he had hit her so many times and a small tear slipped out of her eye. She shook the memories off and entered the bar. The inside didn't mirror the outside at all. The interior walls were painted black and red to give off a sensual feel to the bar. There were many glass tables across the room, with black chairs surrounding them, and in the middle of the room was a stage with a piano and a single mike in the middle. In one corner stood a bar, with the same glass top as the rest of the tables in the room. It screamed sensual elegances. "This is beautiful." The words slipped from her lips in Awe.
"I have never heard somebody refer to a bar as beautiful, but thanks, I guess." A voice behind her startled her and she turned to face the man who spoke. She froze, her stare riveting over him. She couldn't find words for this man. He was handsome, but if handsome could be rough, he would speak all of it. His hair was shaggy, slightly sweeping across his forehead and baby blue eyes. He had the build of a man who had spent many days and night getting his hands dirty, every muscle ripped and tanned. He was intimidating. "Are ya brain dead or can I help ya with somethin'?" his voice sliced through the cloud forming in her brain.
His words hit a nerve and she glared up at this man. "Excuse me?"
He raised an eyebrow, "I ain't speaking in tongues, are ya brain dead or can I help ya with somethin'?" He crossed his arms over his chest. She couldn't believe this jerk. She had quite a few names she wanted to call him.
"Didn't your mama teach you any manners, Sir?" She poked him in the chest to prove a point. Her past experiences taught her not to take any crap from men. Phillip broke the sweet girl underneath. Beth would let anyone hurt her again.
The man stared back at her, sizing her up this time. He couldn't quite figure out this girl. "You are one to talk about manners, girl. Just standing there ogling me like yer next meal." He spat the words at her, making her blush. She had been ogling him. She looked down as she pushed a stray hair behind her ear.
"I saw an ad in the paper to work here. That's why I am here. Are you the owner?" she finally met his eyes as she bit her lower lip.
The man shifted uncomfortably for a moment before he conducted himself. "The names Daryl Dixon. Yes, I co own this place with my brother, Merle." He stated as he walked over to the bar, breaking the heated gaze.
Beth followed behind as she looked at this bewildering man. The same man that had insulted her moments ago, owned this place. Oh lord, help her, she was going down a might terrible path in her life. "Well Daryl Dixon, My name is Beth Green, and I'd like to apply to be a Bartender."
Daryl snorted. He had never heard something so funny in his life. "Go home, little girl. This bar ain't no place for a prissy little thing like you." He grabbed a bottle of Jack from behind the bar and poured himself a glass. "They would eat ya alive here." He chuckled as he threw the jack back, wincing as the burn assaulted his throat.
"No wonder ya ain't got anybody to take this job, you're an asshole." she spat back.
He glared back at her trying to study her. "You ain't the first to call me an asshole, you wont be the last."
Beth rolled her eyes "Well that pretty original, Now isn't it?" she walked over to Daryl and placed her hands on her hips. "Why don't ya get over your pathetic 'the world hates me' act, and tell me when I start?" she countered.
He got up from his seat and glowered down at her. "Tough words for a little priss like you? You don't know me, nor do you got a job here."
She felt a shiver of fear run through her blood for a moment as a flashback of Philip standing over her flashed through her mind. Beth pushed it back to the hidden depths of her mind and shoved Daryl back. "I know enough to see that you act all tough but ya aint anything special." She knew her words would bite but she couldn't care less. She figured she already lost the job opportunity, so what could it hurt to get him back with her own insults.
"You can just go fuck yerself." He turned and walked away from her into his office, slamming the door to emphasis his annoyance. That little brat knew nothing about him, Nor did her opinion matter to him. Though, Daryl still let her opinion affect him. She was right in some way. He wasn't good with people which made it hard to keep employees much less hire them. He hit the wall with his fist before he opened the door to go find her.
He halted in the door way when the sweet angelic voice hit his senses. It was like nothing he had heard before. Each note held a feeling of its own as if sang from the heart.
"...And I told you to be patient, And I told you to be fine. And I told you to be balance, and I told you to be kind. And in the morning Ill be with you, but it will be a different kind. Cause I'll be holding all the tickets, and you'll be hold all the fines." The voice rang through the bar along with the melody of the piano. "Who will love you, Who will fight. Who will fall, far behind. Come on skinny love." Daryl moved to the left to find the person which the voice belongs too and his eyes collided with a breathtaking picture of Beth playing the piano. She was lost in the music, as if she had become one with it. Every note was created from her soul.
She played the last cord, and smiled to herself. Beth hadn't touched a piano since she had married Philip. He hated her music. He said it distracted him and gave him headaches. She didn't have the strength to fight him over it so she stopped altogether. Her bliss was interrupted by a man clearing his voice. She gasped and hopped up, red tinting her cheeks. Daryl stood there with a ghost of a smile in his features. "I'm sorry. I hadn't played in awhile, and well it was just tempting and-"
"You start Friday. Wear something nice, you will be after all, the center of attention." He turned on his heels and walked back into his office leaving a confused Beth standing there.
She couldn't believe it, he had hired her after all. Beth smiled as she exited the bar, stopping before the sign. "This is my ticket." she sighed softly.