"Tris," Tori whispered leaning over me.

"Mmmm," I mumbled.

"We gotta get up and go to work," she said a little louder.

"Ok," I mumbled, turning over to watch her leave my room.

I could smell the fresh coffee brewing, I sat up and stretched looking out the window. It was a sunny day, I could hear the waves crashing on the rocks just down the beach.

"Tris! Come on!" Christina yelled from the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes and threw on a top over my bikini top followed by a pair of denim shorts and walked out to the kitchen area.

Tori handed me a cup of coffee before we all ran out the door to Christina's Ford Explorer.

"I don't wanna go to work," I whined getting into the back seat.

"Yeah well, when our surfing skills take off maybe we can quit," Tori joked.

We continued down the road to Kapaa, to our day jobs, which consisted of working at the small cafe for minimum wage and tips.

...

"You're late," my dad, or should I call him Andrew, called from the back door when we got out of the car.

"Sorry Mr. Prior, late night," Christina chuckled.

"I'm sure it was," he scoffed at her and glared towards me, "Beatrice, a word."

"How many times do I have to ask you to just call me Tris," I asked annoyed as I followed him into his office.

"Beatrice, when are you going to grow up and realize that this whole surfing gig will never take off for you? You need to get away from those girls you call your friends and get to college, make a life for yourself."

This was becoming a weekly conversation between us now, and frankly I was tired of hearing it.

"Andrew, with all due respect, I surf because I love to do it, and I happen to actually be good at it. If you haven't noticed I've put in for the time off to go to the annual Turtle bay competition. There will be sponsors there, do you not understand how much it means to me?"

"Beatrice-"

"It's Tris," I interrupted.

"Tris," he stared at me blankly, "surfing was your mothers dream, you don't have to try to live to be her-"

"I am not trying to be her, why is it so hard for you to realize that this, is who I am?"

He sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this conversation, he never would.

"I need you, Tori and Christina at the restaurant tonight, we have a big crowd coming in...its Rimpac..."

I sighed, Rimpac...when all the Navy crews come in from around the world and work together in maneuvers, play soccer, have other competitions, get extremely drunk.

"What time," I ask.

"Five to close," he states.

"Fine," I huff, "am I excused now?"

"Yes."

I leave his office and make my way to the front of the cafe to talk with Tori and Christina. I find Christina talking to Will and Four at the counter, Tori is serving an elderly couple at another table.

"Goodmorning beautiful," Four says grinning at me.

"Hey," I reply shortly.

"Are you ready for turtle bay?" He asks trying to start a conversation with me.

"Yep, Christina, you me and Tori have to work at the restaurant five to close."

"Seriously?" She asks.

"Andrews orders."

"Come out to the bay afterwards," Four says smiling at me, "we're going night surfing tonight."

"We will see what time close really is."

I wanted to go night surfing, shit I lived for night surfing but I wasn't about to go with Four.

"What's up," Tori asks as she comes closer to us, seeing the grim look on both mine and Christina's faces.

"Working five to close," Christina sighs.

"Hey, it's extra money, besides its Rimpac, extra tips. We need the money girls."

Extra tips were great until the dumb asses all got too drunk to remember what a tip is.

...

"Let's go girls," I call from the clock on the wall, setting my time card back on the table.

Tori and Christina hurry down the hall and quickly clock out before we hurry down road to our next job.

We scramble through the back door and to our lockers, throwing black tank tops over our bikini tops.

"Tris, you coming to the bar with me," Tori asks.

"Yeah, I'm right behind you," I reply throwing my hair into a messy braid.

"Lucky asses, I get to run around to the tables with Lauren." Christina says pouting.

"You'll live," I say smirking and hurry out to the bar to begin the night.

Its quiet for the first fifteen minutes, which gives us time to make sure everything is in place and ready, and in the next minute, groups of fifteen Navy men come in at a time, quickly filling the place.

"Hey what can I get you," I ask a curly headed brunette who sat down at the bar nearly in front of me.

"Some of you on a silver platter," he says smirking. Wow, one of these jackasses huh?

"Anything to drink," I offer coolly.

"Whiskey," he replies with a smirk across his face.

He wasn't too terrible looking, but guys win a cocky ass attitude like that were a total downer for me.

I poured his drink and handed it back to him, taking his card in the process.

"Tab?" I ask quickly.

"Yes, it's Peter," he smirks wider as I jot down his name and throw his card into a cup.

Another man sits next to Peter, I notice he's built fairly well, he has tattoos across his arms.

"Scotch," his deep voice says shortly, handing me his card, "Max."

I hand him his drink and continue to rush around the bar, helping Tori when I need to and tending my half of the bar.

Christina comes to ask for drinks every now and then to serve to her tables, which I quickly take care of before returning to the bar.

"So," the guy, Peter, asks me as I stand in front of him drying a glass, "you got a name?"

"Does it matter," I ask smirking at him.

"Well, I'd like to know who I am being served so well by."

Max is chuckling next to him.

"I'd also like to know who I get the pleasure of fucking tonight," he speaks again.

His comment immediately pisses me off, but I try to keep my cool composure.

"Peter, is it?"

He looks at me, waiting patiently for my name.

"My name is, Tris, the only reason I'm telli you, is because if you don't stop with the sex comments, I will castrate you on this bar and pin your fucking dick to your forehead."

Max laughs out loud and nudges Peters shoulder, Peter looks pissed.

"I want to close my tab," he states quickly.

"My pleasure," I answer sarcastically happy.

I run his card for his owed balance which is $156.00, no wonder he was wasted, and hand it to him.

He leaves the bar quickly.

"Sorry about that asshole," Max speaks up when I refill his glass.

"I'm used to it, I just get real tired of the bullshit sometimes," I reply and walk away to tend to my other customers quickly.

When I come back, a muscular blonde man is sitting next to Max, chatting away.

"Can I get you anything," I ask the blonde.

He looks to me with grey-blue eyes. I feel my heart rate quicken slightly.

"Coke and rum," he states shortly, his eyes linger on mine for a second longer than needed before he turns back to Max.

I quickly fill his glass of his contents and slide it to him, he already has his card laying on the counter, I take it, looking at the name. Eric Coulter.

I throw it in a separate cup next to Max's card.

...

I glance at my watch, it's already close to midnight, the people in the bar are getting drinker by the minute.

Eric and Max are still chatting away, Max is starting to slur, but Eric is keeping his cool composure.

"I'm going to take a five minute break, Tori says into my ear, I nod before she walks into the back.

"Hey," I hear Max call, "Tris," my head snaps at my name.

"Yeah," I ask making my way to him.

"Eric and I were wondering, do you know any good surf spots around?"

"You surf," I ask, kind of shocked really.

"Well, kind of, but it's always a good time to practice when we come down here."

"Well," I pause and look to my watch again, nearly one thirty, "how do you feel about night surfing?"