A/N: Thanks to MissMusicLover for reviewing. And silver_rose, because they gave me an ideaaaaa! Props to you; this chapter is yours.

If anyone has any places they want Emmett to work, just review or PM me.

Recap!: Emmett got fired from his job at Staples and is now going to work at a bar down the street from his home.

Chapter Two - Bar Of Hope.

Emmett's POV

I talked to the manager who owned that bar down the street- and they really needed bartenders so I got the job. His questions were really weird though…

Flashback!

"Hello, I'm Emmett McCarty. I'm wondering if there's an opening job at your new bar?" I spoke into the phone. Please please please please please hire me. Please.

"There is an open spot at the bar- just tell me boy, what do you look like?" What the fuck? Who is this douche?

He's lucky I really need a job.

"Well, umm I'm 6'5", I have a lot of brown hair and hazel eyes-"

"What about muscles?" he interceded. Muscles? What, is he worried if I can hold a glass or not?

"I have a lot of those too, sir," I answered back politely. No need to piss off the possibly Arabian boss who might just have a gun.

"Chest hair?"

"Not really?" I questioned back. Chest hair was disgusting! I hate it when old men have it and its all grey and wiry and coming out of their shirts; just like my ninth grade history teacher…he was a midget too-

"Darn. Oh well, you'll have to do," he said arrogantly. That son of a bitch is lucky I don't show my emotions over the phone. "Report in tomorrow night."

"See you then, sir."

"I'll be waiting-"

I hung up the phone and pretended I never heard his last words.

End of Flashback

I walked into the bar at nine to start my shift. A man came up from behind me and whispered in my ear, "Ooh Emmett McCarty, you're way better than I imagined," he then decided it was a good time to slap my ass.

"WHOAAAAAAA-"

He interrupted me, "You like that? I hope you do, since I'm you're new boss."

What the hell did I get myself into.

Honestly, why does this shit always have to happen to me?

"Yup, I sure do sir," I could even tell my voice was shaking.

"My name is Michael, by the way. But you can call me Master M," he tried to say alluringly.

"I think I'll stick with Michael," I said bluntly.

He ignored me, and pointed to the left side of the bar. "You'll be stationed on that side. On the other side will be Jamie."

Jamie? Please be a woman! Please please please please please--

Oh SHIT!

A huge ass male came over to me and started giggling.

"I'd like to see you shaking those goodies on stage tonight. A he he!" He sounded like a fucking TELLE TUBBY!

"I'm guessing you're Jamie," I said plainly.

"Yes, and you're God, A HEHE!"

"Would you hold on, just a second?" I didn't really ask, I just stated it. I walked outside of the place and stared at the sign.

"Bar of Hope- The best place for gays to hang in Forks!" I read aloud from the sign. I should've figured this shit out sooner!

Men of all sizes and ages started walking in, checking me out as they went.

Fuck this! Fuck my morals of never quitting-

I gave one last look at the Bar of Hope before heading down the street, back to my apartment.

Never would I step foot in that devil place ever again.

A/N: Sorry it's so short, but I decided until I start getting more reviews, like five more, and

then I'll add longer chapters.