Hey there everyone... been a while huh?... Yeah sorry about that (if your still interested in the story at least and i wouldn't be surprised or hurt if you aren't/weren't because i have not updated for so long.). But i just want to say that i did not forget or completely give up on the story. Life got in the way and now that I finished my spring semester of college I should have more time to work on this. I also learned a lot in my creative writing class this semester so i hope it will show as i try to continue this story.

Anyway, I do not own Hemlock Grove nor its characters. I just own the two snarky OC's.

The two young men discreetly watched the young woman walk into the bar. Peter couldn't help but roll his eyes at Roman, who was watching her like he was a lion hunting a Gazelle. Roman Godfrey was known for his insatiable libido, allegedly bedding nearly half the female population of Hemlock Grove. So, it was no surprise that Roman would sniff out the newest girl in town and try to make her his next conquest.

"Seriously? You think she'll be enough of a distraction." Peter asked his friend once the girl disappeared behind the door to the kitchen.

"Just a good hour or two should suffice." The door swings open and the girl emerges with a black apron around her waist and a tray in her hand. She heads over to clear a table that two construction workers had left. Roman moves to get out of his seat.

"Dude she just started her shift." Peter said.

"Might as well put her in a good mood before happy hour." His friend smirked.

"Just no brainwashing shit." Peter said.

"Like I've ever need that to get my cock sucked."

Roman made his way across the bar, the bartender looked up in time to see Roman make his way towards his prey. Peter could see his gaze lock on Roman, noticing who he had his eyes on he chuckled before going back to cleaning glasses. Peter was curious about what the bartender knew that he didn't know. Intrigued he turned his gaze back toward his friend as he reached his destination.

"Hey." He said to her. The girl thumbled with the glass on the table before dropping it, spilling its contents.

"Shit." She said

"Let me help you with that." Roman went to help only to have his hand swatted away.

"No… thank you. But my boss would probably have a field day if he saw you doing my work."

"You seem a little agitated. First day jitters?"

"I'm sorry did you need something? Or do you get enjoyment out of trying to distract people doing their job?" he could see she looked annoyed. Odd he thought, normally girls were too charmed by his looks to get annoyed with him.

"No, I just saw a beautiful girl from across the room and I had to come talk to her." Her face started to flush, a good sign he thought. Her lips started to curl up into a smile only for her to start laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh god, that is so unoriginal. Does that actually work for you?" Roman could hear Peter chuckling in the background. Clearly sweet talking wasn't going to get her out her clothes, but maybe being more blunt would work.

"Yes, as a matter of fact. And I can assure you that I left all of them very satisfied at the end of the night." He tried to caress her arm but she pulled it away.

"Yeah no. Not going to happen." Now he was getting agitated.

"You don't know what you're missing out. I'd-" she held up her hand telling him to stop.

"Let me guess, you're one those guys who's used to having girls drop their panties by just looking at them sideways. You're probably rich, entitled, think the world owes you something. You think I owe you something, but here's the thing. I've met a million guys like you, and from my experience they have more dick in their personality than they do in their pants. So why don't you turn around, go back to your friend, and let me go back to doing my damn job."

She picked up the last of the glasses and made her way to the back room. As he watched her go he pulled out a box of cigarettes, took one, lit it with a lighter and took a drag before going back to Peter who was mockingly clapping his hands after watching the show.

"Beautiful, the master at work!"

"She wasn't worth it." he goes to put his cigarette on the ash tray. "Shes an uptight cun- what the fuck!" just where Roman's hand was a knife was standing straight up on the counter, digging into the wood with its sharp tip.

"Sorry bout that." the bartender nonchalantly pulled the knife out of the counter. "Lost my grip."

"Bullshit!" Roman said. "You almost stabbed my hand."

'Like I said I lost my grip, it happens. Especially when punk ass fuck boys complain when a girl sees right through their act." He refills Roman's glass with a fine scotch. "Here, on the house. Oh, and stay away from my sister if you know what's good for you." With that he walks down to bar to help another customer.

"Motherfucker." Roman swore. "Can you believe that?" Roman downed his free drink.

"Yeah." Peter said. "Maybe it was a bit extreme, but you were talking shit about his sister. If anyone was going to call Destiny or even my Lynda the C word I might have snapped too."

"Fuck you, your supposed to be my friend."

"Yeah, and friends call each other out on their shit."

"Whatever, I'm done. Ready to get out of here?"

"Yeah just gotta piss first."

Peter got off his stole and started to make his way towards the bathroom. After he was done he exited the bathroom and passed the busgirl. Brown eyes met blue and Peter felt a chill go through his body as his visions started to flash before his eyes. The house from his dreams, the wolf, chains, the girl before him chained and screaming, blood… blood flowing onto the ground.

"Hey," a soft voice broke him out his trance, her voice. "You okay there?"

"Yeah… just spaced out for a sec."

"Sure…" she didn't believe him. "You okay to drive? Because I can't on good authority let you drive if your drunk." Her eyes seemed almost playful as she said that, it made him smirk.

"I'm fine. Besides my friend's driving tonight." She looks over her shoulder and sees Roman at the door.

"Oh yeah, the asshole."

He laughs. "You have no idea."

"Yo Jane!" Peter and the girl, who he figured was Jane, turned to see the bartender who nearly took a chunk out of Roman's hand earlier was calling her.

"Boss needs your help in the back. The sinks over running with dishes." She rolled her eyes.

"Be right there Jay. They're not going to wash themselves." She turns to Peter. "Duty calls."

She disappears behind the door to the kitchen. Peter makes his way towards Roman who's staring at him with his eyebrow cocked.

"So... what just happened?" Roman asked.

"Don't really know." Peter looks back to see Jay was staring at them, obviously tired of their presence and wishing they would leave. "But I think we need to keep an eye them…"

Okay so it's not much but and its probably not that great but its a step at least for getting towards the main story. And she finally meets Roman and Peter! Also she may have been a little harsh with Roman, but she's different from most girls he's met. Takes no shit and doesn't fall for his tricks. And lets face, Roman's a huge arrogant playboy and someone needs to put him in his place. ;) Leave a comment!