Hiya peeps! Ok, new story up! I hope you guys enjoy, I got the idea through numerous Tv shows and movies. Yeah, I have a lot of spare time :D

If I have nicked ya idea, I didn't mean to sorry! innocent grin No, I never take peoples idea without permission, if I do take an idea similar to yours, let me know and I will apologise and try n change it!

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

I bustle past drunken gamblers as I try my best not to spill the drinks I carry on the tray.

I hate my life. I hate it I hate it I hate it.

And its all gone downhill ever since I got eloped.

That's right, me, Blossom Utonium (Well, not anymore) ran away and got married at 15. I'm known as Blossom Jojo now (so I guess you can guess who I married), and I live in a tiny little flat in Las Vegas.

That's where we ran to, cos they have little chapels here in the casinos (and also they are free, doesn't my husband give me the best treatment?), and cos Brick loves the atmosphere here.

I have a job as a casino barmaid at Caesars Palace, but the costume is ridiculous: a little cream toga like mini dress and low cut front. My boobs and butt practically hang out of it. Brick has a job as blackjack dealer, but hes not the best at it.

We see each other quite a lot, and I as I previously said, even though I hate my life, I do love brick. Dearly.

I deliver the drinks to a bunch of fat drunk men on the slots, and one of them gropes my ass as I turn to walk away.

After having words with Brick, he's told me to control my temper, cos last time it happened I blew a stack and nearly got fired.

So, yeah I have to deal with it. It sucks big time.

I close my eyes, count to ten in my head, and walk away.

At least I don't have to deal with this on my won. Lots of the other waitresses do too. Though most of them are a good 12 or more years older then me.

I pass Brick, whose dealing out some cards, and he winks at me as I pass.

I blush. He always makes me feel special. I guess hes the only good thing in my life.

I gave up everything for him. And I mean everything.

He's my only family. The professor and the girls have basically disowned me cos I fell for a villain. When we first started going out a year ago, my life went down the tubes.

Buttercup and Bubbles were ashamed of me, the professor was too, he wouldn't talk to me or feed me. Brick would always joke around and say why don't we get away from here, just you and me, get married, raise some kids.

I'd always laugh and refuse it.

Then one day, after a major row with my family, I went to Brick for comfort. He suggested it again, and I said yes.

Then we just left.

We got a car, as we decided on keeping a low profile (on being a hero and villain in love). Turns out the RRBs and the PPGs aren't that well known out here anyways.

Anyways, that's all behind me now.

I've forgotten about it all, and I bet the girls and the professor and everyone I knew back there have forgotten about me too.

I walk back to the bar, where Bob, the bartender has a list of drinks that they fellas at the black jack table want.

I smile. I get to see Brick. I mix up the drinks and take them over to them.

They are all seriously hammered, and playing black jack sloppily with Brick. He looks pretty pissed off, as they aren't paying attention or anything.

I smile at him as I approach them. "I got 2 fosters, a scotch on the rocks, neat vodka, whiskey with a twist an-"

"Big jugs!" one cries, interrupting me.

My smile fades and I slam the tray down. I look at Brick and hes boiling mad. "Hey! Back off my wife!" he growls.

"Wife? But your just a lad!"

"Who cares! Doesn't give you permission to ogle her!"

"All right all right! I'm sorry."

"Get outta here! Before I call security." He warns.

They look at him as if hes joking. He gives them a hard glare tahat proves hes not.

They get up and leave and I sit at the table.

"God, I hate working here!" I say. "its full of drunken pervs! My ass feels like a freaking pin cushion!" I say.

He strokes my hand and takes the neat vodka, downing it. "Its good pay. Plus, we can finally pay of the debt, and the rent!"

"Yeah, actually, getting that off my shoulders will be great." And I wont have the thought of us being kicked out in my mind.

"You'll just have to deal with it until we find a job we can have together that pays better. But this was the best one."

"Yeah, I know. Well, I'm gonna take these drinks back. See ya later, only an hour till we get off work." I say, jumping off the bar stool and picking up the drinks.

He smiles. "Can't wait." And he slaps my ass.

I look back at him and smile.

Hes so cheeky. and he looks soo cute in his little suit.

I wander back to the bar, and lean over it, thinking dreamily of Brick.

"Hey, Bloss! Snap back to reality! You got an order!"

I shake my end out of the trance. I look up to see Lise, one of the other barmaids.

A group of women out on their bachelorette do have just staggered in demanding pitchers of margaritas.

"I'll get em, drunk women are easier to deal with then drunk men." I say, stirring up a pitcher.

"Yeah, you should know."

Lise is new here, and I've been asked to keep an eye on her. I haven't been here that long, but apparently I'm more experienced.

I take it over to them, and the bride thankfully hands over 30 bucks! Nice!

I clog back over to the bar, and Lise returns looking quite distraught.

"Whats up?" I ask.

"Oh, nuffin. Just the guys I just served."

I look back, and they are all whooping and cheering at her.

She frowns. "What did they do?" I ask.

"Just calling me names, touching my ass."

I shake my head as I charge over there.

"Excuse me, I hear you guys have been harassing my colleague -" I get interrupted. Again.

"Colleague? You can barely call her a colleague! You don't work in an office!" one bursts. They're all aged around 26, and although they are like 10 years older then me, I know I can take em.

"As I was saying, I want you guys to leave Caesars Palace. Now."

"Why? You girls cant expect to walk round looking like that and not get any attention!" one cries.

"Well no, but that's no excuse. You guys don't know who you could be dealing with." I warn.

"Oh, right. Like your gonna beat us? I'd like to see that. In fact," he rummages around in his pocket and brings out a card. "Gimme a call and you can come 'beat' me at my place baby."

I look down at the card. 'Brian Sodden, Ace graffiti artist, gimme a call ;)' how full of it s this guy.

I rip it up and drop it on the floor. "Sorry dudes, but, I got a husband. And he'll beat yo ass if he knew you guys were up to this." I flash my wedding ring at them.

"Oh sure, love to see him try."

"Aw dude. This must be your lucky day." Brick says. I turn round and hes standing behind me, clicking his knuckles.

"Uhh, no beef, we leaving." One says, and they go.

I turn to face Brick. "Just the right time." I smile.

He smiles, taking me by the waist and pulling me to him. "The old guys don't worry me, they wont go to far, its the young ones. I don't want one of them making a move on ya and you going off." He takes my hands and swings them.

"Trust me, wont happen."

We share a kiss, then Bob, the bartender comes up to us.

"Blossom you got a blackjack dealer on ya face. Come on I got some orders for ya!"

I break the kiss and smile at him. "Maybe we can, ya know, do something tonight, after work?" I say seductively. He knows what I'm on about, and so do I!

"You know it." He says with a cheeky grin and winks.

Bob yells my name and I have to go and get the drinks.

I guess life isn't all that bad. Brick always has my back!

R&R!

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