Title: Woody Falls in Love

Chapter Two:

Author: Jaycee

Please read and review! And please be kind. This is my very first Cheers Fanfic.

And oh yeah – I have the tendency to write long chapters so I hope that I don't bore you. Just tell me if my chapters are far too long, okay? I'll try to shorten them a bit. Thanks!

"Hey Sam. Woody." Carla greeted the two bartenders as she went into the bar and hung her jacket beside the door.

"Evening Carla." Sam and Woody Boyd called out in unison.

Carla nodded as she walked over to the bar, passing Diane Chambers, Sam Malone's fiancée, who was reading Shakespeare's Macbeth. "Hello Carla." Diane greeted, smiling slightly.

Carla looked at Diane and curtsied. "Hey Diane. Have you looked in the mirror lately?" She asked.

Diane furrowed her brow and shook her head slowly. "Why?"

"I think I see a strand of white hair in that pretty little head of yours." Carla replied and bit back a smile as Diane quickly stood up and opened her purse to get her mirror.

Diane sighed in exasperation as soon as she was finished inspecting her golden blonde hair. "There's no white hair Carla."

"Oops. My mistake."  Carla said sarcastically. She loves nothing more than exasperating Diane Chambers.

Sam chuckled. "Don't worry sweetheart. Carla was just kidding around." He told her fiancée and then walked over to her to kiss the top of her head.

Diane smiled and wrapped her arms around Sam's waist.

"Oh please. I just ate. Stop that lovey-dovey stuff." Carla explained, frowning at the couple.

Sam just sighed and kissed Diane on the head again before returning to his station in the bar.

Carla grabbed a brown round tray as she prepared herself for the night's work. "Oh yeah. Sam. My niece is in town and she's looking for a summer job. I told her to come here." She called out as she walked over to a table and wiped it clean.

Sam placed down the bottle of seltzer that he was drinking and frowned. "Carla. We already have two full time waitresses here. We don't need another one." He said.

Carla placed the tray under her arm. "We have one full time and one part time waitress." She pointed out.

"Hey!" Diane exclaimed indignantly. "I'm a full time waitress!"

Carla looked at Diane, disbelief on her face. "I'm not talking about you, Diane. I'm talking about me." She then turned to Sam. "If my niece starts working here, I can finally have those day offs and half shifts I've been telling you about."

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Fine. She can have a trial run tonight. But if I don't like the way she works, then she can't have a full time job, okay, Carla?" He said.

Carla grinned. "Agreed Sam. But I tell you, you're gonna like my niece."

Diane snorted. "I don't think so." She mumbled.

Carla turned to look at Diane. "I don't like you either, blondie." She smirked.

Diane rolled her eyes and stood up when a batch of ten customers came into the bar. Behind the group was one of the bar's regular patrons, Norman Peterson.

"Evening everybody." He greeted.

"NORM!" The crowd greeted enthusiastically.

"Evening Mr. Peterson. How's life?" Woody asked as he fixed Norm his usual mug of beer.

"Same old, same old. Veera said that she's gonna cook dinner, so I decided to just eat out." Norm replied as he perched himself on a bar stool.

Sam smiled at his friend's words.

"Its just one of those nights when Veera decides that she wants to be a really doting wife, and that's my cue to run for the hills." Norm added and nodded as Woody placed the mug in front of him. "Where's Cliff?"

"He called earlier. He said that he's gonna come by later." Sam answered.

Norm sighed. "Good. I'm really not in the mood for his own vocal rendition of the 'Our Father'. Ever since he joined that church choir, all he wants to do is sing for us."

The door opened and in came Cliff Claven, the bar's resident postman, still decked out in his blue uniform.

"I guess I spoke too soon." Norm mumbled, making Diane, who was just passing by, smile and shake her head.

"Evening my fellow bar patrons. How are you all this evening?" Cliff greeted.

"Evening Mr. Clavin." Woody greeted and grabbed a mug to fill with beer for Cliff.

"Hey Cliffy. What's up with you?" Sam asked.

"Nothing really Sam. We just practiced a new piece in practice today. Do you want to-" Cliff was cut off by a resounding 'NO' from the other patrons.

"I guess that means 'NO' Mr. Claven." Woody said.

Cliff shrugged his shoulders. "Well, it's your lost anyway. Who wouldn't want to hear my singing?" He asked as she nursed his beer.

"Those who are not deaf." Carla barbed as she passed by.

Cliff turned his head when he heard Norm chuckling at his side.

Norm covered his mouth with his hand and started to cough. "Got a tickle in my throat." He croaked.

Cliff shook his head. "Oh yeah. Woody. The delivery boy for the napkins? He left two boxes outside. He said he's running late so he had to leave the boxes there. I signed for it. Here's the receipt." He handed the bartender a white piece of paper.

"Thanks Mr. Claven." Woody said cheerfully and reached for the receipt and then placed it in the cash register. "Hey Sam? I'll just get the boxes, okay?" He called out.

Sam nodded and tended to a customer.

Woody walked towards the door and opened it. He walked out and ran smack into someone. "Oh I am so sorry." He apologized as he saw a folder flutter down to the floor, making the papers inside it to fly out.

He heard a soft laugh. "Oh that's okay. I wasn't looking where I was going." She replied as she bent down to pick her papers up.

Woody immediately bent down to his knees and helped the woman. "No. It's really my fault. Here are your pa…" The words died in his lips as he lifted his head and his eyes met a pair of beautiful brown eyes.

That's it for the second chapter. Third chapter is on its way!