Levi P.O.V.

The night didn't go as expected. I never expected it to end with me punching a customer in the face. That's something we leave to the bouncers but the bar had a no touching rule. We were here for show, not for anyone's groping needs.

When they opened the bar doors it took all of five minutes until the whole joint was jam packed with people. Very rich people I will add. This bar was run especially for the rich, politicians, businesses, and dignitaries who want to have a little fun. The people I see go in and out of here would shock anyone. "Faithful" men with wives at home whom they love very much. This place was a scandalous place to be caught. That's why every person who works here is sworn to never tell of who visits this place. For over eighty percent of these men, if the press every found out they went to a drag bar their whole career would be ruined. Not that I even give two shits about their lives, but it's a courtesy we have for them.

Once the show started I rushed around from table to table, taking orders and serving drinks. The other server was named Austin, although tonight it was Alisha. He was a good enough worker but much too slow for there only being two of us tonight. Eventually I made it to the very back table that was occupied by only one man. He was dressed in a very high quality suit, like most men who come here, and sat up very tall. From the way he moved you could see the muscle under his shirt. He flashed me a pure white smile that matched his blonde hair. He was quite handsome, if it wasn't for the odd eyebrows. They were possibly the thickest eyebrows I've ever seen. Though they worked on him.

"Hello honey, what can I get you tonight?" I shifted my weight and stared him down.

"A Cherry Hooker. Going for something simple tonight."

I nodded and wrote down the order on my pad. "My name is Anita, so if you need anything just ask for me. What would your name be?"

"Erwin Smith."

I turned around and made my way back to the bar and placed in the order. This Erwin fellow was obviously American from his smooth English. At this bar we only spoke English but we all knew multiple languages to make it easier if we can't speak English to a customer at all. The bartender, which happened to be Hanji tonight, smiled at me as they made the drink. "So who's this for?" She poured the cherry brandy into the glass and mixed the orange juice in with a shake before putting the lime wedge on the side.

I pointed to the very back. "That blonde guy. Name's Erwin Smith." I grabbed the drink from the bar surface and out it on a platter.

Hanji hummed and nodded. "I've heard of him. He actually comes to my bar in Vegas quite a lot. He's the president of this mega million dollar company." She leaned against the bar. "Must be here on business."

"He's creepy." I mumbled and walked back to his table, setting the drink down. "There you are, Mr. Smith. Enjoy and don't hesitate to ask for anything else."

Now this is where the whole night fell to shit. As I turned around I felt a hand come in contact with my ass. Now, this isn't against bar rules actually. But it's against touching Levi fucking Rivaille rules. Everyone here knows who I am and how if you touch me there's a ninety-nine percent chance you will die. This guy was no exception to that rule, newbie or not.

I whipped around and grabbed his wrist. "Do NOT touch me." I growled under my breath, letting him go.

He laughed. He fucking laughed in my face at that. "Last time I checked that wasn't against rules and regulations here."

"I get it that you're knew here but there is one rule: you don't touch me. Ever. Period. Do you understand Mr. Smith?"

"Whatever you say, Anita."

I turned around and felt him slap me again. Okay, game on. I turned around and landed a punch square in his jaw. It was definitely going to bruise. You see, when people look at me they don't think I'm strong because I'm so short. But since I'm short my muscle is all compacted into one space, making it ten times easier to center all my strength into one aspect of fighting. This time it happened to be a hard as hell punch.

As soon as I punched him I heard Hanji yell at me from across the bar and run her way over, pulling me away from him. "You disgusting fucking pig!" I spat at him as Hanji got in between us. By now half the bar was looking at the scene and had it all figured out in their heads. Some idiot touched Levi and now they paid the price. Poor unlucky bastard. May God have person on his soul. I'll attend the funeral.

Erwin held his jaw, laughing at me. "You've got strength and amazing self-control. I know you could have broken my jaw if you wanted to." He nodded to Hanji. "Hello Ms. Zoe." He said casually.

"Erwin, what's wrong with you?" She grabbed both our arms and pulled us outside, which was empty except for the one bouncer at the door. "I thought you knew better than to touch the workers."

"It wasn't against policy." He shrugged.

"Yes, but it was against one of the server's wishes. No consent to touch." She glanced at me. There was a brief flash of approval in her eyes. At least she wasn't mad at me, as if I'd care anyway if she was. "It's highly unprofessional of you. You'd never act this way at the Titan." The Titan is the name of her bar.

"Well," He turned to me and held out his hand. "I apologize for my behavior, Anita." He winked. "I hope you can forgive me."

I stared at his hand for a very prolonged amount of time before shaking it. "Fine." I let go. "Hanji, I'm leaving early tonight. I feel too...disgusted to work anymore tonight."

Hanji nodded. "Of course. And Erwin, I'm going to have to ask you to leave for the night."

"Of course. All I'd expect of such a professional as yourself." He nodded his head to us. "Have a nice night." He smiled before walking to the parking lot.

"Levi, what the hell is wrong with you?! You should have called one of the bouncers, not punch him in the face."

I shrugged and started walking around the building so I could go in through the back. We don't ever enter the bar back through the front door. Hanji followed beside me, clearly upset. "Levi, I know Erwin personally. You just can't go punching people!"

"Oh but I fucking can and I sure as well will." We went into my dressing room and she started helping me get everything off.

"You can't keep working here. It's been nine years you've worked in this same bar." She unzipped my dress after taking off all the chains. "I'm going back to Vegas in a few days and I want you to come with me. You need to get out of this country. A man can't stay in one place for too long before going crazy. And Levi darling, I can tell you're going crazy. Hell, I am crazy and I'm telling you this."

"I can't leave. I have Mina-"

"You can send money to your cousins if you need to. But you can't let her tie you down to this one damn place. You're restless here, aren't you?"

I pulled off the dress and took off all the items that gave me the womanly figure and put them all back in the big-ass trunk I use to store my costumes. I straightened up the wigs and pulled on my jeans, converse, and t-shirt. Then I went over to my sink and started scrubbing off the thick layer of makeup plastered to my face. After about ten minutes of scrubbing I was done. "Listen Hanji, even if I did go with you where would I stay? With you? Because with your messy habits that's completely out of the question."

"We can find you something, it's not a big deal. You just need to leave and leave as soon as possible."

I sighed and nodded. "I know." I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and pulled it out, checking the message. "Mina is wondering where I am. Forgot to tell her I was working tonight. Oops." I put my phone back in my pocket and slid on my coat, taking my keys out. "I'll contact you about it tomorrow morning. See you latershitty four-eyes."

"See you later, grumpy puss."