Updated 14th of August 2017

AN: I just realized that I am not an author of this story and should not have an authors note but an editors note. From now on I will have an EN. Maybe now Nine will stop complaining about getting the second authors note since hers will be the only one.

Warnings: Allen returns to the bar. Nine also makes a drink called Innocence. DO NOT TRY IT AT HOME, it doesn't taste that good and you could probably die if you just straight up went for it. Alcohol poisoning terrible, don't get it. Stick to normal stuff, or non alcoholic beverages, or at least something that Nine didn't invent. Don't drink the juice of a nut job.
Disclaimer: She claims to own the rights to that death drink, but nothing else.

Allen was in a rush.

To do what he wasn't sure, but he was rushing to get it done. First he had to make himself look presentable. White button up, suit pants, gloves, hair gel. Where were those things? Why is everything packed up? Anita had said to look presentable, and by God Allen was going to do just that. At least then even if she was just going to kill him for being late he'd at least look good for his funeral.

9:15, and he was at the train station. Why go to the train station and not directly to work? Because Allen didn't know how to get to work. Or where it was. Or even what the name of it was. All things he really should have thought about last night. Or this afternoon. Or hell even just a couple hours ago. Not now 15 minuets after he was supposed to be there.

"Hey Tyki! TYKI!" Allen rushed over to a grubby looking man with thick glasses leaning on the wall. The difference between this Tyki and the man he had gambled with last night was almost unbelievable.

"Red? What're you doing here? Isn't it a little early to be going out for a game?" Tyki even seemed to talk differently when he looked like that.

"Yes, but no, Tyki I need a favor. You know that place we got kicked out of last night? With Anita and the giant body guard? Remember how she hired me to work there? I don't know where that is and we have got to go right now. She wanted me to work for her and I'm already late. Please don't let this be the last time you ever see me alive."

"Whoa, whoa, calm down there Red, she isn't going to kill you for being a little late-"

Allen cut him off "Exactly. I'll be better off if I'm a little late. That's why we have to leave now, and quickly. I am already fifteen minuets behind already."

"Oh, well in that case, let's go." Tyki quickly hoped of the wall and started at a swift pace towards the down town area.

"Um Tyki, what was the name of this Anita's place again?" Allen decides to gather all of the information now that he had failed to last night.

"Anita's Home," Tyki didn't phrase it as a question, but Allen interpreted it like that any way.

"Yes, what is the name of the business?" Allen hadn't know that she lived there as well. Though that kind of thing was common practice so he should have guessed.

"That's what the business is called Red. Anita's Home. It doubles as a home decor shop during the day to cover up the illegal business at night, kind like the strip club/ art gallery on 14th street." Tyki seemed pretty amused that Allen hadn't caught on right away.

"Oh." Allen was surprised at how normal a cover up a home decor shop was. At least the art gallery sold some explicit pieces, but a home decor shop? That just seemed a little bit too... Pure?

"Yep, sure hope you know the difference between curtains and drapes Red." Tyki laughed.

"Wait, there's a difference? I thought they where the same thing?" Allen was suddenly very worried about what kind of work Anita was going to have him do. If it had anything to do with her cover up business, Allen might actually be in trouble.


"Here we are Red, so how late are you?" Tyki laughed at Allen as he presented him to what did indeed look to be a home decor shop from the front.

"Too late to check. Thank you Tyki, I'll see you around." Allen went to open the door but Tyki stopped him.

"Hey what time do you get off? You can't make it back home on your own can you?" Tyki had moved to continued to lean on the door.

"Ah that's a good point. She said I'd be done at midnight, but she may make me stay later since I was late coming in. Sorry Tyki would you show me the way home tonight?" Allen flashed Tyki a sorry smile, and the older man could only shake his head.

"All right kid. I'll bring a map too," Tyki tried to sound disappointed in Allen, but it came out as more of a laugh as he came off of the door.

"Thank's Tyki," and with that Allen walked in...

To a locked door.

Tyki was laughing his ass off as Allen walked around to the back and knocked on that door. His arm and pride hurt.

The women that answered was the same giant body guard from the night before. Now that Allen wasn't in as much of a panic as last night he took a good look at her. She was actually kind of pretty in her own way, but also seemed to be even more buff then before. Was that possible?

"Huh, so you finally decided to show up, eh? I thought for sure that you would run away just like your cowardly master." The large bald women waved Allen inside, "I'll take you to Anita. She has a whole list of things for you to do kid. You'd better be ready to get some work done."

Allen was lead back up to the same office that he had first met Anita in. Most of the building seemed to be basically empty at that time, Allen had only seem a few people moving around to get things ready for the night.

"Oh, so meant it when you said you where willing to work. But I thought I told you to look presentable? Is this the best you could do? And you're almost half an hour late. On the first day. Cross's apprentice is almost as unreliable as the man himself. At least Cross has the charm to get away with it. What do you have? A silly tattoo and a flashy dye job?" Anita did not seem to be in a very good mood at all, and what she was saying would have stung if Allen hadn't already heard it all before.

"I was going to have you run a table upstairs, but no one is going to trust a hooligan like you to deal them cards. Do you have any other skills?" Anita sounded like she couldn't imagine Cross's apprentice being good at much else. It seemed odd because she'd seemed fond him last night, but today? Not so much.

"I can do any thing you tell me to miss. I can cook, clean, run errands, entertain in more ways then one, quickly and efficiently preform manual labor. I can do any thing you that you want me to. I am capable. If you want me to kill lion, I will find a lion to kill." Allen wasn't joking about the lion thing. He didn't like being looked down on when he was trying to pay off a debt. If your employer under estimates you it just makes it harder to earn more money.

"Ha, well I'm sure someone with extreme looks like yours could provide quite a bit of entertainment to the right crowed, even if you are a little short. But I don't think you want to be the focus of the kind of entertainment we offer here. Cross may have already ruined you, but I'm not going to prove it," Anita shook her head in disgust. "How about mixing drinks? The way the way that man is, you must know how to make at least a couple of flashy cocktails, right?"

"Of course. I have worked in a bar before. I can make all of the basics, as well as a few of the more extravagant cocktails, all of the masters favorites. I am also a quick learner if you have any in house specialties you would want me to serve." The job of a bar tender would be perfect. Good chance for tips, protected by a counter, and he already knew the steps.

"My, you sure are cocky for a kid who showed up half an hour late. This is good though. I've been having the bouncers double as bartenders since the last guy quit. Depending on how you do I may change your hours. The bar opens at six, but upstairs doesn't open until nine. With the kind of money you owe me right now it may be better if you work the extra hours, other wise you're going to be stuck here for years." Anita spoke as she pasted behind Allen on her way to the stairs. "Follow me, I'll show you the bar." They walked into the the kitchen by the back door and then took different door from the exit that lead into a much bigger room.

This place is huge. Allen couldn't help but be impressed by the sheer size of the building. Yes it looked kind on large from the out side, but this was insane. And there was still another half of the building that was used as an active cover up operation. It was also far more lively in there.

"The bar is all along this wall here. You will work the other side. A girl named Fou will works this side." Anita walked up to the front of the counter where a girl even shorter the Allen was handing a couple of drinks to her costumers.

"Hey Fou, teach this kid how to make Innocence and then leave him alone," Anita turned to Allen, "Think of this as a test of your skills. Or as punishment for being late. Depends on how you do," and with that Anita turned around and when back to the kitchen, waving to some people on the way.

The short girl had bright short orange hair and was wearing a purple strapless dress. "What? But it's going to get busy soon. Anita! ... Shit, she's already gone." Fou heaved a long sigh. "Hey kid, get over here. I don't care why you're here, where you're from, or how you got here. She said let you drowned, so you'd better get ready to hold your breath. I'm going to show you once how to make this and then you're on your own for the rest of the night, ya hear?" Fou was talking fast while pulling a dozen bottles out from behind the counter. All Allen could do was nod.

"Then hurry up and get back here all ready, we haven't got all night," Fou seemed very serious and had Allen hurrying around the counter.

"All right fist you get two scopes of shaved ice, then one shot of classic vodka, one shot of white tequila, and then a shot of what ever syrup of the costumer chooses and half a shot of moonshine." Fou demonstrated everything that she said as she said it, "Shake it good for ten seconds, then poor it into a tall glass and top it with wiped cream. Ask them if they want a parasitic type, regular, or a hart. Parasitic types get gummy worms on top of the wiped cream, regulars get one cherry, and a hart gets two cherries positioned like this," Fou put the two cherries right next to each other and then touched the stems together so that it kind of looked like a hart, "Now this drink is called innocence because it looks innocent, but it will have you black out drunk and in a diabetic comma faster then you can say ' innocence activate', or at least that what we tell them."

Fou pointed to a sign on the wall that said 'Ask us about our innocence', "That's how you explain it to any costumers that asks you about it. Also for safety reasons and to amp up the notoriety of the drink each person only gets one a night, so before you serve it ask me through the window if I've given it to them yet. And you had better remember the faces that you serve that drink to. The price is $13 and no that is not negotiable for a second drink. Now go give this to Chaoji, and tell him that he can go home since you're the new help." Fou put the glass in his hand and pushed Allen forward.

"Oh, and one more thing, you're working the gay bar, just a little warning since you kinda cute. Don't cross the half way point to get help from this side, and stay behind the bar otherwise I'll kick your ass." Fou then turned around and moved down the bar to greet a costumer that had just walked up.

Allen just nodded his head and went in the other direction. At the end of the bar the counter made an almost complete turn around and revealed the wall to be more of an elongated pillar that separated two sides of the room. His side looked the same as the other, it just had a few less people in it at the moment.

"Umm, Chaoji? F-Fou told me to give this to you. You can go home now since I'm the new hire who will be taking over tonight," Allen cautiously approached the large man who was in front of him behind the counter. The man looked muscular and oddly angry, but his face brightened up the minuet he saw the drink in Allen's hand.

"Ah really?! Sweet, here trade." The man put a key into Allen's palm and took the drink from him at the same time. "It's the key to the register in the middle of the bar there. Menu and prices are right next to it. Wish I could help you more, but I can hear my bed calling my name, see you- uh, kid," and just like that he disappeared too. Allen was starting to wonder just how bad this job could possible be if every one was so eager to pawn it off onto him and then run away. He was just a bar tender, what was the worst that could happen?

An2: HEY-A! Hi-a. Ho-a. Hahaha Allen should really learn to watch his mouth. So after this I wanna say that things are going to get good, but really it is just going to be like this next chapter is intense and then it goes back to being kind of exposition-y for the next five days in this story. Maybe I will switch to a new POV, maybe I will skip Allen paying the bill and moving into a new room and the next five days of Allen's work. IDK. What do you guys think? I don't want the story to get boring for you by writing about things that you couldn't care about, like Allen's fourth day on the job, or the struggles of moving two boxes, or how much fun it isn't to go buy a blanket and feel like you're being robed by a department store. Plus I feel like I have been doing a lot of exposition.

Like "Oh yeah cool Allen's working at a bar now, woo, but we where promised a school story and we aren't getting a whole lot of school love right now."

Like yeah I know sorry bout that. I'm still just setting up the story, and that might be boreing to you guys. But if your into that tell me. Of course I have some ideas about what I would want to wright about for Allen's next few school-less days. I just don't know if it would be fun for every one. I don't really want to go on until I get some feed back about that, So leave a review and tell me what you think, that will get the next chapter out faster, I swear it.