Hey everyone! Thanks so much for reading my little fic. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

As always a HUGE thanks to my beta twilightmenrhot and my prereader whitegurl2013, without you two my stories would be complete and utter trash!

I own nothing apart from the story line.

BPOV

After shaking my arse on the bar for what seems like 10 minutes, but in reality is has probably been hours, I get down and I am rewarded by the offer of drinks from every corner of the bar. However, the owner walks over.

"Hey, I am Es and I am impressed with the way you handled yourself up there!" she chuckles. I smile at her and take the beer she is offering with a mumbled thanks. "So, can you work a bar or what?" I am sure I just stare at her dumbfounded.

"Erm..yes." I reply, well done Iz! Such a way with words!

"Well, that's good, I need a new bar maid because this place just keeps getting busier. Fancy it? I could start a trial tomorrow? Stay after closing and we will discuss it then huh? I gotta get back to the bar!" she says as returns to the bar. I decide that I really need this and stay after the bar is closed.

I watch Rose, Alice and Es as they work. They are good! I doubt I have as many tricks as they seem to have but I am sure I could probably, maybe, eventually learn how to do them. At 2am Es rings last orders and Big Bouncer and Mr Smirks usher the patrons out. I immediately help the others in the tidying, collecting glasses and bottles and wiping down the surfaces. The juke box is on and I sing along as I work. Es has disappeared into the back so I get on with the tidying. I begin to smile as another of my favourite songs comes on.

Well you're a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
That's okay, lets see how you do it
Put up your dukes, lets get down to it!
Hit me with your best shot!
Why don't you hit me with your best shot!
Hit me with your best shot!
Fire away!

I start to blast it out at the top of my lungs and dance around the bar tidying up. I have no idea what has come over me but I decide to go with it. Salt Lake City clearly agrees with me!

You come on with a come on, you don't fight fair
But that's okay, see if I care!
Knock me down, it's all in vain
I'll get right back on my feet again!

Hit me with your best shot!
Why don't you hit me with your best shot!
Hit me with your best shot!
Fire away!

Well you're a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case
You better make sure you put me in my place

Hit me with your best shot!
Come on, hit me with your best shot!
Hit me with your best shot!
Fire away!

I decide the alcohol consumed this evening hasn't left my blood stream! Who cares? Not me! I do more dancing than cleaning but hey, I ain't getting paid for this!

Hit me with your best shot!
Why don't you hit me with your best shot!
Hit me with your best shot!
Fire away!

As the song finishes I turn and hear the applause and wolf whistles. I immediately blush!

"Fuck me! That was brilliant! You wanna do that on my bar? The girls can shake it, you can sing and I will make millions. What ya say Shortie?" Es asks as the applause dies down. I notice now that she has changed into a tank and jeans that she is tattooed and not as "clean cut" as I originally thought. She definitely fits in better now. I nod immediately and we look into when I will work and which songs I am to sing. Basically I will sing along with the juke box but I get to pick which songs. Luckily for me, there are loads of my favourite songs! Charlie was a metal head in his day and I grew up listening to these songs! I can't wait to start work tomorrow.

"The only requisite is the clothing, you gotta look the part Iz." Says Ali. "Wanna shop tomorrow? I know an awesome shop called Doc Blacks, there are so many cute rock outfits," she says as I roll my eyes, I am more of a t-shirts and jeans kind of girl. But at least I will be able to show off my tattoo while I am at work. My ink is a swirl of musical notes and stars across my shoulder blade. "Ok, OK, you can get a few pairs of jeans and stuff," I grimace because I only really have the money for rent. Es clearly notices this and hands me a clothing allowance. Looks like I am about to become a bar dancer at The Bourbon Room!

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Cat x x