"I need a job, you have a now hiring sign up," she told me. I continued to stare at her, unbelieving. She had walked in, and everyone had turned to stare.

Red hair that obviously came from a bottle. What she was wearing....well it was hardly something*anyone* should be wearing in public. It didn't leave much to the imagination. Her jeans were cut short, and were already low on her hips. Her shirt barley covered anything. But it was her eyes that caught me. I had never seen eyes that green, it was like she could tell what I was thinking just by looking at me. I didn't like it.

She had walked in, picked me out almost immediately behind the bar, and walked over. She had leaned against the edge of the bar, obviously trying to show off her 'assets', and started asking about a job. I can't believe she thinks she can get a job here.

"I know, but you aren't exactly... the kind of person who normally works in a place like this," I told her. I only had one non-member working here, and pretty soon they would be most likely be joining. If I hired this woman, not only would she be the new only non-member, she would be the only woman on the day time staff.

"You think I do this on purpose? I have to make a living, and honestly...this is getting a little old," she told me, pushing herself up from the counter and motioning to her less that there attire.

"Well, coming in here and flashing your breasts around to get a job isn't the way to go about it," I said bluntly. Maybe now she would get the hint.

"That's a surprisingly refreshing attitude, even if it's not true in most cases. Now, I'm not going to leave, not matter how you try to get rid of me, unless you at least give me a chance," she replied as she crossed her arms.

Dammit. I couldn't have her hanging around here looking like that all day. She would only cause trouble, and I wasn't currently in the mood for it. If a chance was all she wanted, fine. One day, and she would be out of here. Then things could be back to the way they should be.

"Fine, there should be a uniform in the back, you have till the end of the day," I told her, glancing at the clock. It was 10 am. Less than one day then. I didn't care I just wanted her out of here. She smiled and winked at me as she made her way to the door in the back, causing one of the patrons coming out of the bath room to trip over a chair and fall to the ground in an embarrassed heap. I shook my head. She needed to be out of here.

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5:00. Shift change. This was the time when the place started it's transformation from a normal restaurant, to one of the better late night bars in town. She had lasted the whole day. Not just in keeping up with demand, but with her attitude. After she put that uniform on she was no longer the bitchy woman she walked in as. She was polite, well dressed, and her entire face seemed to change.

Now it was back to the way it had been before. She pulled the ponytail she had put her hair into out, and she undid the top button of the blouse on her uniform as she walked behind the bar, and through the door into the back of the restaurant.

I followed her into the back, she was sitting in a chair while most of the others who were now off their shift were leaving, slowly as their replacements filtered in. She stretched and stood up, picking up the bag with her former clothes in it. Then she looked over at me.

"So I shouldn't show up tomorrow?" she asked in a very cynical voice, her head cocked to one side while she watched me.

"Actually, I'd like you to stick around, but on the night shift," I told her as I folded my arms. She would fit in better there, and I wouldn't have to look at those forced smiles all day.

"I've heard of this place at night, I don't want to be one of those sluts," she told me with folded arms, trying to stare me down.

"I want you to work behind the bar," I raised a hand to stop her protest and continued to talk. "You don't have to deal with most of the shit that the normal girls go through, I've been looking for someone to do this job for a while."

"This whole day was just to see if I was good enough for that job wasn't it?" she asked as she let her arms fall to her sides.

"It takes a certain attitude to be able to work that job," I replied. It actually hadn't occurred to me till about an hour before I talked to her to consider her for the job. But the best ideas always come when we don't expect it.

"I need money," she said bluntly, crossing her arms again. I stared at her, and she sighed and rolled her eyes, like I'm some kind of nut. " I need to get some proper clothes from this job."

I thought about it. Then I opened up my wallet and handed her 60 dollars. She could figure the rest out on her own.

"Be back by seven," I told her. She smiled, winked and walked out the back. I was just wondering if I would ever see that 60 dollars again.



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Seven came and went, and the place started to fill up. This time of night it was usually the people trying to escape from there mean nothing jobs. It was almost never the same crowd twice, especially on a Friday like this. Around 7:45 I figured I wouldn't be seeing her again. Then, 15 minutes later she walked in. She could do a lot with 60 dollars.

He hair was tied up. A few strands hung down in her face, and she brushed them behind her ears without thinking about it. She had on a low cut shirt, but it was better than her last one. Tight pants, and boots. All black, same as her the eyeliner she wore with the grey eye shadow. She had one of those glow sticks around the upper part of her right arm. If she moved right you could catch the sparkles embedded in the eyeshadow, and the small amount on her cheeks. She fit right into the crowd we had here this time of night.

"Your late," I said without looking up as she walked behind the bar.

"So fire me, I got delayed," she said as she stood next to me. That's when I saw it. Under the glow stick on her arm. Stitches.

"What's on your arm?" I asked her.



"A glow stick," she replied without missing a beat. Some guy walked up the bar, and she went over to take his order. I waited until she was finished. She turned and looked at me, her face turning into a frown.

"Under the glow stick?"

"None of your fucking business."

This was how it all began.