I agree, that I do write better in third person and that's because I mainly write in third person but for this story, I felt the need to write in first and hopefully, I'll get better! Much love!

Marissa sauntered to the stage and spoke to the band quietly, as they strummed their instruments carelessly. I sat in the front, cradling my glass of Jack Daniels in between my hands. Lindsay brushed past me and began to clean the small table to my right; I turned my attention back to the stage. Marissa was in front of the mic now and yelling towards the back of the club, talking to our faithful I.T people.

I stood and walked over to the bar, guzzling the last of my drink. I handed it over to Damian, who beamed brightly and accepted the glass without another word.

"Open up" I demanded, hitting the side door with the toe of my shoe. He grinned and unlatched the small door, swinging it open for me to step behind the bar. I walked over to the cash register and bent down, analyzing the small gap in between the register and the cupboard.

"Where's the gun?" I hissed and stood up to glare at him. He moved his hand over his jacket and patted the concealed pocket, before raising an eyebrow at me.

"One step ahead of me" I said, leaning back against the bar.

"Nah Boss," He responded, "Just following procedure"

I shook my head slightly and walked past him, pushing open the kitchen door with a slight bump of my hips. I coughed, as the steam filled my nose and eyes. Two years of running this place and the kitchen was still my least favorite idea, but it brought in the costumers. I watched as Bryce chopped the vegetables, with an insanely steady hand.

He turned slightly and gave me a wave with the knife, "Hey Boss"

"What's on the menu tonight?" I asked, sitting myself up on the counter. There was uncooked pasta next to me and I took a still, chewing on it like it was tobacco. He grinned and put the knife down, before walking over to me. He placed both hands on either side of me and leaned in closely.

"Pasta and the usual," He smirked.

"Get back to working," I laughed, placing a hand on his chest and pushing slightly. He pulled the piece of pasta from my mouth and with his other hand, grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my head down slightly. I permitted him to bring our lips together but when his tongue danced across my bottom lip, I pulled back.

"I wasn't done" He muttered, I picked up another piece of pasta.

"Keep cooking kid" I responded, slipping past him and out the kitchen. I heard a moan and grinned to myself, before letting myself out of the bar. I looked behind me and saw Damian leaning against the bar, both eyebrows raised. I narrowed my eyes at him and gave him a glare.

He raised his hands up and shrugged, "I saw nothing"

"That's right," I snapped, "You saw nothing"

"Righto Boss" He grinned and I continued to walk away from him and out the door. Samuel was sitting on the steps, smoking like always. I sat down next to him and stole the cigarette, my nerves were on edge and I took a long draw. Leaning back against the door, I smiled gratefully as I felt the shaking stop.

"Boss" He greeted me, tipping his head slightly.

"It calms me" I defended myself, blowing the smoke in his face. He shook his head at me, the only response I knew. Samuel was the guy I could always talk to and he always, was my right hand man. I counted on him and he knew everything, almost everything besides Bryce. He took the cigarette from me, noticing my slight distraction and took a long drag.

"Be real careful tonight," I warned him, "You got everything you need?"

He looked at me carefully for a few moments, "Yeah Boss"

"I mean it" I replied.

He smiled softly, "I got everything under control"

"I don't want them near this damn club" I hissed.

"Correction Boss," He smirked, "You don't want the cops to find out about-"

"Yes" I laughed despite myself, "That's right"

"Boss," He said solemnly. I looked over at him, staring at him with heavily made-up eyes. I narrowed them at him and sighed slightly.

"I've got in under control" He repeated, it sounded like a promise. I nodded and grabbed the cigarette once more, taking in a much longer drag then before. I flicked the cigarette and watched the embers once more, smiling at how much I enjoyed them.

"Fire's always fascinated you," He laughed, snatching the cigarette back. I laughed and stood up, brushing the dirt off the back of my dress. He was right, ever since I was a kid fire had fascinated me and I'd started a few little ones when I was much younger. Samuel, of course, had always been there. My right hand man and forever my partner in crime.

I opened the door to the club and went back inside, stunned as I saw Marissa on the stage. The lights made her look angelic, something I knew she was definitely not. Her voice filled the club and in this song, her voice was so husky and sounded amazing, more of a growl.

I clapped when she ended the song, hoping that tonight she would sound even more perfect when tonight came. She smiled at me and raised her hand in thanks, before Lindsay breezed past me once more. I grabbed her arm and made her stop. She had a serving plate on her hip and smiled at me, when she faced me.

"Something the matter Boss?" She asked, running her fingers through her tussled hair.

"You're going behind the bar tonight right?" I asked her, studying her outfit. She was wearing a short sleeve black shirt and black jeans, as well as the usual small apron. She nodded and pulled the hair band from around her wrist, to wrapping it around her hair.

"Make sure Damian gives you the spare," I informed her.

She gave me a wide eyed innocent look before asking something I hadn't expected, "Are we dealing at all tonight?"

I smirked and ruffled her hair, "Not sure yet kiddo"

"Boss," She smiled, "You reckon they might make an appearance?"

I smiled a little sadder this time, "Not sure yet"

Yeah, this story is very different and I expect people to be going WTF, but I hope you all kind of like it...

R&R