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This isn't as good as I hope it would be but I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 2: Serving at the Whyte Wrym

When Betty pushed opened the door of the change rooms, she was greeted by three girls who were changing into their very revealing outfits. Veronica pushed Betty in the room and called for everyone's attention.

"Hey, girls!" she said as they all gathered around Betty. "This is Betty Cooper. She's new and will be working with us from now on." Betty gave the girls a small smile as Veronica pointed at each of them, introducing them to her. "This is Midge, Valerie, and Cheryl-"

"Cheryl Blossom, A.K.A Cheryl Bombshell." The redhead exclaimed, a bright smile on her face. "FP told us there's going to be a new girl with us today. I just thought he would pick someone with…" Cheryl gave Betty a once over, her eyes filled with disgust as she stared at her pink cardigan and white jeans. "…actual fashion sense."

Betty pressed her lips into a thin line, her arms hugging her stomach, attempting to hide herself from the sassy redhead, while Veronica rolled her eyes and dragged Betty away to a free corner of the room and changed into their uniform.

After an hour of getting ready, the girls stepped out of the change room, all of them sashaying down the stairs onto the dance floor. Everyone except Betty – who was slowly walking down the stairs, her arms trying to cover her exposed body. Veronica bit her lip as she watched Betty fidget in one place, her arms wrapped around her torso, looking quite uncomfortable. She walked over to her and took her hands in her own.

"Betty, you look awesome!" Veronica said, looking over Betty's uniform. "So stop acting so tense and just own it!" she said, and a small smile appeared on Betty's pink lips, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks, V. You look amazing, too"

The waitresses had to wear a white tube top, showing a generous amount of cleavage so that the boys swoon over them while they served. They had on a emerald green, high waisted skirt that stopped mid-thigh, with the double-headed snake pin on the waistline of the skirt. One their feet were black stiletto heels with an emerald decorating the thing strap. Their faces were covered with a thin layer of makeup with dark colored lipstick.

"We all look amazing, Veronica," Cheryl said, rolling her eyes and applying another layer of lipstick to her already red lips. "But we all know that I look better than all of you."

The girls rolled their eyes as Cheryl snapped the cover of the lipstick close.

"It's nine; the people will be coming in anytime now," Midge said, looking at the watch on her wrist while she walked behind the bar. Betty smiled nervously as Veronica gave her an encouraging smile.

"Let's get this party started!"

Thirty minutes after the club was opened, the first floor was already packed with young adults drinking their asses off and grinding against each other on the dance floor.

The booths and tables where the people sat and ate were filled with people chattering happily with their friends over the food that the girls served that they ordered. Betty walked through the narrow spaces of the booths and tables, getting from one place to another, taking orders from the customers and delivering it to them after.

"How can I help you today?" Betty said, her voice loud enough to slightly overpower the loud music. The four frat boys who sat in the booth stared at each other, silently conversing with each other before turning back to the blonde. One of them shot Betty a flirtatious smile, before listing off the things that they would like to order. Betty nodded as she wrote down their order.

Through the night, Betty slowly got used to the loud, obnoxious music being played through the speakers that were installed in almost every corner of the club. She occasionally looked at the performers on the stage during her breaks, watching as the sexually frustrated men stare at the performer rubbing her barely dressed body onto the metal pole. The notepad she had to write down the order was almost out of paper, and her hands ached from writing the whole entire night. Betty sighed in relief as she plopped down on the sofa next to Veronica, who was sipping on a glass of whiskey.

"How was your night, B?" Veronica asked, placing her glass down on the table and turning to face Betty. "Any boys that caught your eye?" she asked, teasingly.

Betty playfully hit Veronica's arm as a laugh slipped out of her mouth. "To be honest, it's really tiring.' Betty said, wrinkling her nose. "From dodging all those drunk, touchy men, I mean."

Veronica laughed. "How about those college frat boys that were eyeing you the whole night?" She teased, nudging Betty's arm as she wiggles her eyebrows.

Betty blushed. "They were not eyeing me!" she said, embarrassed. "They're college guys, they eye everyone." Veronica snorted and shrugged.

"Whatever you say, B"

Veronica left the club a bit after she finished her drink, leaving Betty behind on the couch, enjoying the silence. She closed her eyes, listening to the quiet sounds of the birds chirping and smiled as she felt the warm rays of sunshine shining on her face.

"Don't fall asleep here, girly."

Betty opened her eyes and was greeted by FP standing in front of her, his hands holding multiple beer bottles by the neck that was left on the table by the customers.

"Hi, Mr. Jones" Betty greeted him politely, sitting up from the couch. FP stared at Betty, then at the duffel bag that she collected from the change room beside her feet. "you don't have anywhere else to go, do you?" he asked, making Betty tense up and look up at the older man. She shook her head.

"Why don't you stay here at the Wrym then?" he suggested, looking up at the empty rooms on the third floor. "There's the extra room upstairs if you want it."

Betty's eyes widened at FP's suggestion. "You're letting me stay here at the bar… for free?" she asked, looking at him suspiciously. "What's the catch..?"

FP let out a loud laugh at the girl. "There's no catch, girly." He said, but he pursed his lip. "Well… it would be nice for some extra help in the bar…"

Betty immediately jumped up from the sofa, her eyes shining with happiness. "I would be happy to work a few extra hours, Mr. Jones." She said, almost unable to contain her happiness. FP chuckled as he fished out a silver key and tossed it to Betty, who caught it with both hands.

"You can take the room at the end of the hall," he said, swinging the leather jacket he had in his hands over his shoulder, his arms sliding into the sleeves. "Your extra hours are from six to nine in the evening."

Betty nodded as she ran her finger across the cuts of the key in her hand, watching as FP pushed open the two wooden doors. "Thanks, Mr. Jones."

She said, with a sincere smile playing on her lips. The man turned back and shot her a quick smile. "No problem, kid." He said, and quickly disappeared behind the double doors of the Whyte Wrym.

Betty smiled to herself as she shouldered her duffel bag and slowly walked up the stairs to the third floor, inserting the key into the lock on the room farthest to the left.

Betty gagged when a horrible smell hit her when she opened the door. The smell of cigars and pot overwhelmed Betty, making her hold her breath as she opened the tiny window on the far side of the wall. Inside the room, there was a single bed, pressed against the wall, a small desk under the window and a medium-sized drawer under a dirty mirror that was hung on the east wall. Betty set down her duffel on the dusty bed, her hands still covering her nose to protect her from the ungodly smell.

Once the smell was gone, Betty changed out of her uniform into a pair of sweats and a pink tank top and climbed into the partially clean bed. She set the alarm on her phone for eleven in the morning and closed her eyes, her mind empty as she fell into a deep sleep.

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