Hey bartender pour 'em hot tonight

'Til the party and the music and the truth collide

Bring it 'til his memory fades away

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Jacob, Quil, Seth and I were out celebrating Seth's 21st birthday. They had all wanted to go to some new bar that had opened up and apparently had good food. I was dragged along against my own will, whether that was because of Jacob trying to get me laid, or because Seth was trying to get me to relax. Either way, I didn't want any part of it.

Yet here I was. In this crowded bar with music that was too loud and with women that were barely dressed. They were trying too hard and it was obvious to all of us, yet it didn't stop Seth and I from staring. It was hard not to.

"What about that one?" I frowned and took a swig of my beer. Jacob hadn't imprinted yet, but he was so focused on becoming Alpha that he didn't care. Quil had imprinted on Claire and he was happily being seen as her older brother.

"She's not my type." I didn't even look up. The woman's voice alone sent the wrong kind of shivers down my spine. A high pitched and whiny tone of voice pierced through the air and I could easily compare it to nails on a chalkboard.

"Are you sure girls are your type?" I scoffed and took another swig of my beer, while looking around the bar. It was crowded and loud and I would rather be out on patrol or even running wild.

"I might meet my imprint here. I mean it could happen right?" Seth was just as anxious as me to find his imprint. But he made it painfully obvious.

"Dude, Seth. Cool it. You're too obvious." Quil chuckled and gave Seth a punch on the arm but it didn't deter him. He just shrugged him off and continued looking around the room. He was a great guy, and his imprint would have to be someone who complimented him well. I would be damned if he turned out with some bitchy, spoiled princess who demanded he slave away while she sat on her ass and spent his money.

"Yeah Seth, cool it." I turned back towards Jacob and Quil. Quil was looking at his phone, checking on Claire who was spending a night with Kim and Jared. Jacob was talking to some random girl sitting next to him and they were hitting it off. And Seth, was taking a swig of beer before looking back at the people around him.

"Another round of beers." Jacob ordered and I felt skin against mine. I turned my head just in the slightest and was greeted by a woman's chest by my face.

I pulled away and sneered. I was not in the mood. I should be. As a 24 year old male with a good physic, not to brag, but being a werewolf made you very attractive, I should love the attention and want it. I should love to be around women and with women. I should love to get laid and have women throwing themselves at me.

Paul. The image of Paul popped into my brain and I rolled my eyes. I should be like Paul. Paul has hurt a lot of women and until very recently, when he imprinted, he was continuously throwing women away and picking them up. I wanted to be nothing like Paul and I would be nothing like Paul.

"Thanks." Jacob flashed the woman a smile and she left as soon as she can, moving onto another table.

"Having fun, Seth?" Seth was nodding and smiling and he made eye contact with a woman, but didn't imprint. His smile fell slightly before he picked it back up again.

"Who needs imprints hey?" I knew the question was directed towards me.

"Yeah. Who needs them?" I did.

Looking at how happy Jared and Kim looked, Sam and Emily, even Quil and Claire. It made me feel like I really was missing something. Aside from an imprint, I was missing my father who I had no idea who he was. It was more than just missing a father, I was missing parts of my family.

"I hear it's someone's birthday." The same woman came back and delivered a round of shots to us, no charge on account of Seth's birthday. Seth and Jacob clinked shot glasses and downed them, followed by Quil and I.

"Have fun birthday boy. Find me after." The woman winked at Seth and sashayed away from us, trying to look as sexy as she could.

"I need to take a piss." I stood up and stretched out, looking at the guys I was with. Seth talking to another girl, Jacob dancing with the girl from earlier and Quil, checking his phone.

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I frowned and pulled my hair up into a bun at the back of my head and balanced the tray I was holding in my hands. Tonight was busy and packed and it sucked more than usual. The men were grabbier and the women were bitchier. I hated my job, my parents hated my job, but it was damn good pay. I just had to ignore and mind the downsides.

"Hi! My name is Chelsey. Can I get you anything to start?" I set the beers down on the table and stepped back, grabbing my notepad and pen out from my apron.

I tried to ignore the feeling of one of the men looking at me up and down. His eyes settled on my breasts and I physically had to fight the sick feeling coming over me.

"Can I start on you?" My eyes hardened and narrowed. My palms started to clench.

"No you cannot. Do you want anything to eat?" The same man stared at me and his eyes moved downward than back up.

"I know I want one thing for sure." I rolled my eyes and before I could stop myself, I put my pen and notebook back. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at the man.

He was nothing impressive. He had blonde hair, blue eyes and was wearing a leather jacket. His hair had too much gel in it and it was spiked to an angle. He reminded me of some of the reality stars you see on TV. The ones that are always drinking and partying and tanning.

"Well you sure as hell won't get it. So either order food or I will leave and only come back when you order drinks. What do you want?" I waited a moment. There was no answer. Just staring.

"Fine." I grabbed my tray and turned on my heel. The men weren't saying anything, they weren't ordering anything, and I was going to leave.

I made my way through the crowds and over the bar. I set my tray down and rubbed my temples. I felt like I was setting a bad example for my daughter. Even though she couldn't see me or see what I was doing, I felt like I was letting her down.

I was trying to be an example for her. I was trying to show her to value your body and treat yourself with respect. I was trying to show her that women deserved respect. And then I work in a bar where I have to dress like I'm easy.

"Another bad night?" I groaned and nodded. I didn't even need to look up to know that it was one of the veteran bartenders in the area. I had been told that Anna, this bartender, had been bartending in the area for at least 6 years.

"It's been bad." Anna smiled and pat my arm. It was her quick way of telling me to grin and bear it. She couldn't exactly say it since she was slammed.

"Keep your head up hun." She placed more bottles on my tray and I grabbed it and turned. I wasn't expecting to see a hulking figure in front of me, and I was expecting even less, to slam right into the hulking figure, sending all the bottles towards the ground.

The smashing of glass was a shock as it was, not to mention the cold beer on my feet, but when the man had turned and we made eye contact, the real shock kicked in.

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