Emma POV

I walked into Shambles in my work outfit that I bought from the website that Sissy gave me. I looked ridiculous in my white shirt, black skirt, vest, and bow tie. But hey a job was a job. I glanced at the bar and just kind of stood there stupidly. The hostess saw me.

"Hey, can I help you?"

"I am Emma. This is my first day here, and I have no clue what I am doing."

"Go to the bar and ask for Will."

I went to the bar and saw a tall blond hair guy there mixing drinks.

"Hi, are you Will?"

"I am Lord Campbell, wench."

"Excuse me?"

"Are you lady Emma Geller-Green?"

"Yes," I said.

"I will be right with you when I am done with this elixir," he said, mixing a drink. He poured the drink, and handed it to a couple waiting for their table. Then, he walked over to me and hoped over the bar. "It pleases me that you are on time. I curse those who are late."

I swallowed, "how do you curse them?" I asked.

"Removing feeling in their right hand," he whispered to me, walking with me to the back. "At the beginning of your shift use this door to enter the restaurant, then take your ID card and swiped to punch in. You go to this computer, hit clock in, find your name, and then swipe. Here, try."

I taped the computer to wake it up. There were different things you could do: place an order, ring up a customer, ect. I found "Clock in/out", and hit it. I looked at the list of names.

"How are they organized?" I asked.

"By last name," he said.

"Am I Geller or Green?" I asked.

"Geller."

I found my name, and clocked in.

"What do they call you mortal?" he asked.

"Emma Geller-Green," I said.

"Then change it I must," he said.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"Don't smile at me, mortal," he commanded.

I sobered. "S-sorry," I said.

He lead me back to the bar. "Now the peasants are at tables in a clockwise order from the bar, going one to thirty. Each table can seat up to four peasants. Because you are just an apprentice I will start you off with three tables, but soon your domain will be six tables. Will you be able to handle that?"

"Um," I said.

"Yes or no, mortal," he demanded.

"Yes," I said.

"This pleases me," he said. "Today you will shadow someone. What is your birthday?"

I blinked at the random question. "Um, April 4."

"Ah, an Aires. Competitive, Sensible, and Encouraging. You will do well here." He pulled out a server pad. "Aires," he said. "You would do well with Gemini, Leo, Sagittarius, or… Aquarius! Of course, Jenn, she is an Aquarius, you will do well with her. She can train you. You will be working in section thirteen through eighteen."

He lead me through the restaurant to the middle of the restaurant. Then their was a woman leaving the kitchen, dressed the same as me.

"Liz," said Will.

"Yes, Lord Campbell?"

"This mortal is Emma Geller-Green. She is here to join our coven. I expect you to embrace her as a sister and show her our ways."

"Of course," she said with a smile.

He nodded, and left me with Liz. "Follow me, and do what I do," she said.

Emma POV

When my shift was off, I got a text from Erica saying that we were all going to meet and Shambles for a drink. I groaned, I had been here all day, but I decided to get us a table. I got us a table in the back.

The waitress, Sarah, came up, and I grinned and asked her, "Is Will still here?" She nodded. "Then tell him table 27 wants an elixir of Margaritas."

She smiled and walked away. Erica and Ben showed up first.

"Hey," I said.

"How was work?" asked Ben.

"God, I can't believe I have to do this until I die!" I moaned.

He put his arm around me and kissed me.

"How was your work?" I said.

"Really cool, we are designing software to go into robotics to help soldiers with prosthesis."

"Aw, Ben that is great," I said. "Why does he get the life of meaning and I am stuck here with the witch and the elixirs?" I asked God.

Jack came in and said nothing. He poured himself a margarita and drowned it.

"Easy their tiger," I said.

"Do you know what sucks?" he said.

"No, but I am sure you are going to tell us," said Ben.

"I spent my whole college career trying to get into this company so that I can help get profits to Africa, and now no one gives a damn. My dad was right. The corporate world is all about money," he said, pouring himself another margarita.

"Honey, I am sorry," I said. "But slow down your gonna get wasted."

"Okay," he muttered.

Ben waved to the waitress, to get her attention. "Waters," he mouthed.

She nodded.

"What can you do about it?" asked Ben.

"Do about what?" asked Erica, walking towards us.

"My job sucks," mumbled Jack.

"Least you have a job, I have not sold a painting in a month. I am going to have to get a part time job at Barnes and Noble to just pay rent."

"Need me to hold you over?" Jack asked.

"No," she said grabbing his hand. "I need to do this on my own. Thank you though."

Just then the Buffay triplets came walking in.

"Wow, everyone looks so down," said Leslie.

"Yeah," said Emma, "well our jobs suck and we feel trapped so we are all sitting here getting drunk off these margaritas."

"Man, we should do this every night," said Frank, pouring himself a margarita.

"Well, I know how y'all feel," said Chandler, "I think my boss is only promoting the men in the apartment."

"Hey," said Frank, "It is a bitch being a man too."

"Oh really how?" asked Leslie

"Well, we have to listen to the feminist crap all day," said Jack.

"Ben, you're closer," said Chandler.

Ben hit Jack in the chest. "I was raised by a feminist, idiot."

"Thank you," said Chandler.

Frank POV

I was dreaming about my aunt's great songs, "Smelly Cat." I remember sitting on my dad's lap when I was about ten watching Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Mike sing and play guitar and piano. It was right before the coffee house became a microbrewery and they had open mike nights to earn money.

"Mommy," I said, "I want to do that."

"You want to sing?" she said. "It's very hard, Frank. You have to be brave."

"No. I want to play an instrument like Aunt Phoebe."

"You want to play guitar?"

I thought for a minute, and shook my head. "Not guitar. Uncle Mike got me a CD, by a man named Ray Chen, of the instrument that sings so pretty. He started playing when he was my age and he got so good. I want to be good too, mom."

"Sweet heart, that is called the violin. It is mommy's favorite instrument."

"Do you think I can learn how to play it?"

She smiled, and ruffled my hair. "I will talk to your dad. We can make it happen."

They did make it happen, and for my birthday that year, I got a violin.

"This is awesome," I said.

I overheard my mom talking to my Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Mike. Something about not having money.

I looked at my dad. "Is it too expensive?" I asked my dad.

"No buddy. Don't worry about that," he said.

They all came back over, as I looked at my violin. It was so pretty, but there were tuning knobs on the top that I did not know how to use. I was going to have to go to the music store, and try to get a free lesson or something.

"Hey Frank," said Aunt Phoebe. "What do you say to your Uncle Mike and I teaching you how to play the violin and read music as your birthday gift?"

"That would be awesome!" I said, hugging her. That must have been what my mom was talking about with them. I was going to learn the violin.

Jack POV

I was dreaming of the black oblivion that was my work. I could not believe that I had not picked a major that was something cool, but I had gone for the big payout. My parents had always said follow your passion, why had I followed my wallet.

Some muffles from the next room startled me awake. A loud moan came from Frank's room. Figuring he was having a nightmare, I got out of bed, and walked out of my room, into the living room, and to his room. I knock on the door and slowly let myself in.

All the sheets were in a ball around his feet, and Jack was spread across the bed wearing nothing but boxers, but at least he was wearing that.

"Emma," he moaned.

He is having a nightmare about Emma?

"Emma, there. There," he said.

Oh. My. God. I tried to stifle a laugh. He is having one of those dreams about Emma?! I need my phone, this is great! I turned to go get my phone and then I stopped myself thinking that that was too cruel. He can't control himself right now, and it is so not his fault.

"Emma," he moaned, and his hand moved down.

O God. I flipped on the light. "Hey! Wake Up!"

Frank jumped and sat up.

"What?" he said.

I just stood there laughing. This was hysterical. I mean Emma is attractive, but she and Frank? I have never even thought about it. Ben would have a hissy fit.

"What is so damn funny?" he yelled.

"Keep your pants on," I said, cracking up.

"What?"

"Do you remember what you were dreaming about?" I asked.

"No, I…" He shut up, and looked up at me all embarrassed.

"Dude, I don't care," I said. "Ben will kill you, but I don't care."

"Is it really anyone's business?" he asked quietly.

"It is if you plan to act on it," I said finally sobering up.

"Act on it?"

"What do you plan to do? Have her take your order at Shambles, so you can get drunk and imagine being with her? Dude you got to tell her."

"What? No!"

"Why not?"

"What if she doesn't like me back?"

"Then you find a different girl to have sex dreams about."

"I can't tell her."

"Okay, what if you tell Ben and get him to fix you guys up?"

"Isn't that kind of pathetic?"

"Oh, I think we have crossed that line. You are having sex dreams about your best friend and your not going to tell her about it." I thought for a minute about how to spin this in his favor. "How about you ask for Ben's blessing? You know its old fashioned, its romantic, then when you tell Emma she will dig it."

"What if he says no?"

"Well that is even better. You heard of Romeo and Juliet, there is a reason chicks love forbidden love. If he says no, then you tell her you're into her, you asked for her hand, he said no, she is pissed at him, and you look like the hero. It's awesome. Same thing if her parents don't like you."

"Ask Ben's permission, and regardless of his answer, tell Emma how I feel?"

"Yep."

"I can do that."

"Good. Now for Christ's sake, go to bed. I got to work in the morning."

Erica POV

This store was way overpriced, but it was one of Emma's favorites so here we were in Michael Kors shopping for shoes, dresses, jeans, well everything really. Emma came out in a denim jumpsuit, that looked really good on her, but really wasn't my style.

"Oh, isn't this precious," Emma crooned.

I looked at the tag. "Emma it's $225. How are you going to pay for this?"

"Relax. I got this," she said, ducking back into the dressing room, and changing out of the outfit.

On our way up to the counter she saw a brown messenger bag, and she grabbed it. Then she sauntered over to the sunglasses rack and started browsing through them. She settled on a pink pair.

"Say nothing," she said, when I gasped at the price.

Then she started walking back across the store.

"Emma, what are you doing?" I asked.

"I need shoes," she whined. She walked over to the shoes and picked out a pair of gold flip-flops for sixty dollars. She sauntered over to the register.

"Will that be all ma'am?" asked the cashier.

"Yes," said Emma.

"681 even"

I about fell out on the floor. My mom would kill me for spending seven hundred dollars on one outfit. But, Emma gave the lady a black card like it was no big deal. The woman slid the card.

"This card has been declined ma'am," she said, handing the card back to Emma.

"What?" asked Emma.

"Something is wrong with the card, Emma," I said.

She turned and looked at me. "What's wrong with it?" she said.

"I don't know. Who pays for it?" I asked.

"Daddy," she said.

I fought hard to roll my eyes, of course. "Well, call him and see if something is wrong," I said.

She took out her phone and started dialing. "Dad, something is wrong with my card... What do you mean you cancelled it?... But daddy, I failed because that class is hard not because I did not try... How am I supposed to buy things?... How am I supposed to get my own credit card?... But, Daddy, that is too hard… I am a waitress… I am at Micheal Kors…But, Daddy… Fine… Bye."

"What happened?" I asked.

"He cancelled my credit card. He is going to help me get a new credit card and a debit card that I have to pay for. And I can't go to Ben or you or anyone else. He said I have to give up shopping till I can pay my bills."

Big tears welled up in her eyes and I knew she was going to make a scene in front of the whole store if I did not do something.

"Alright," I said, "what is the cheapest thing here?"

"Flip-flops fifty dollars," said the clerk.

I handed her my debit card. While she rang us up, I looked at Emma, "You got to get used to shopping at Target, Kholes, and Rue21."

"I have heard of Target and Kholes," she said.

I rolled my eyes. "I'll take you there."

"Here," said the clerk, and she handed us the card, the receipt, and Emma's flip flops.

Emma hugged me when we left the store. "Thank you, I will wear them all the time."

I smiled.

Frank POV

I walk in the Brewery and I see Emma there taking orders. She should not be taking orders, she should be having someone wait her hand and foot, her wish is their command, and I am going to be that guy. The first step is getting Ben alone. I walked around to our usual table and I saw that Ben and Jack are sitting there talking.

"Hey guys," I said. "How is it going?"

"Good," said Ben.

"Yeah," said Jack. "How has your day been?"

"Alright. I did not get much sleep last night," I said, trying to allude to what we talked about.

"That's too bad," he said.

I sighed. I needed to get Ben alone. An idea popped into my head. "Hey, they are doing an open mic night here, you should go talk to Will about it."

"Really? Okay," he said and took off. By the time he got a good answer from whatever personality Will was that day, I should be done.

"Hey Ben, I need to talk to you for a minute," I said.

"Sure, what's up?"

Grow balls and lay it out on the table, I thought. "I am into Emma, and I want to ask her out but if your not cool with it, I won't," I said.

Ben smiled. "Yeah, I am cool with it." Just then Ben's phone buzzed. "Ah shit."

"What?"

"You're too late. Some customer wrote his number on the back of Emma's check and she already texted him. They got a date Saturday."