Getting a job at the local club wasn't easy but she managed. Kirby worked as a waitress although the manager wanted her to be a

dancer. It was the only way she could possibly hope to restart her life and hope that he never chose to follow her.

Tonight was busy and seemed to drag on. Someone at a booth waved her over. After taking their order she went to get it.

"Kirby!" She heard Chris, her manager, call.

"Stacy can you get table 9?" she asked a co-worker.

"Sure thing." Stacy replied taking the tray of food.

Kirby walked over to Chris who was bartending.

"I need you to work the bar while I take the garbage out."

"Yeah, sure." She mumbled and took her place behind the bar.

"I'll give you a bonus, promise." He flashed that white smile that seemed to dazzle every girl, except for Kirby of course.

She gave him a fake smile and away quickly, muttering strings of profanities under her breath, She looked over at a guy with and empty

beer mug and filled it up lazily. Leaning heavily against the palm of her hand her eyes started to close. Kirby heard a chuckle followed by

a bar stool being pulled back.

"Sleeping on the job?"

Kirby's breath stuck in her throat as she snapped up into a sitting position. Riddick sat looking in the opposite direction as if not noticing

her.

"Why are you following me?" She growled under her breath.

"Why are you running from me?" He inquired gently looking into her eyes. She noticed his eyes glimmer in the faint bar light. No goggles

were needed evidently. "I'd like a shot of whiskey if you don't mind."

Kirby's hands seemed to fly as her fury took over. Of course she minded. He was supposedly out to kill her. 'Why would I mind?' she

thought sarcastically. She slammed the shot glass down in front of him and turned away. At that moment Chris walked in the door. As he

approached the bar she gave him a thankful look. 'Like he could help me.'

"What's the matter babe?" he asked as he lifted the bar gate to let himself in.

She gagged lightly as he took a place beside her and studied Riddick.

"Are you from around here?" Chris asked stroking his chin.

"No he's not and he was just on his way out weren't you?" She said quickly.

"What are you talking about sweetheart," Riddick emphasized the word sweetheart teasingly, "I came to pick you up."

Chris looked over, his eyes seemed to ask if this was true.

It seemed to her that she didn't have a choice. Riddick flipped his jacket to her and watched as she reluctantly put it on.