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Guest: Calm down, I write most of these when I'm sleep deprived so I will make a mistake. Don't snap at people for something like misspelling a word by accident. I know there are mistakes in the story, that's why I'm doing a rewrite.

I would like to say, thanks to Singerdreamer42 for giving me so many ideas for the story, encouraging the rewrite, PMing me with questions and ideas, and worrying when I wasn't updating in months, so I am giving credit to her for almost all of this story since she helped immensely. So thank you so much for everything :).

Now, some detail on the new re-write. There will be no Pov's but I will switch scenes, I will be adding more scenes and details, we will see everyone's thoughts, no accent (but she's still Irish so don't worry), and fix mistakes :) so everyone sit back and enjoy the first chapter of the re-write.

This story is also on Tumblr, where there are gifs since it didn't work out on this website so much.

Hope you guys enjoy!

"Where should I go?" a woman with a soft Irish accent whispered, hurt, not looking at the woman behind her.

"There is a small town, in America, called Bon Temps. It sounds nice, you should go there."

"Whatever, just leave me alone." the Irish woman's shoulder's sagged even more.

The other woman went to reach for her, to comfort her, but Irish woman was packing her things.

She was too hurt… Maybe this small town could help her, she hoped.

The sun had already arisen when the woman in the very comfy bed opened her eyes to see she was wrapped tightly by the blankets from the night of constant tossing and turning. "Ugh." She grunted as she tried to escape. "Get off." She tried kicking the sheets off, which thankfully that worked for her.

After escaping the death trap of sheets, she looked at the small alarm clock on her night table to check the time. It seemed like she was up early today, that is if you called 7 pm after a long night of movie watching early.

She rose up off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

Once there, she looked into the mirror and saw what she has seen for years.

Staring back at her was a woman of 22. She brought her hand up to try to control the mess curly black hair that had curls sticking out in different angles from the tossing and turning, and sighed out loud as the hair continued to go back to how it was.

'Why don't you ever do what I want you to do?' she questioned her hair in her thoughts. She hated her bed hair. 'Oh well, might as well hop in the shower before it becomes too late.'

Today, she was going to Merlotte's to see if she could finally get a job there. She'd been in this town for a bit but no one would take her, saying they were too full or her walking out when the owner would try to flirt with her. She was praying that this place she was hoping to work at had free space and that the boss wasn't a creep like most of the other places.

She jumped into the shower and let the warm water hit her back and hair, relaxing her stiff neck and shoulders.

She spent 10 minutes washing her body and hair, stepped out and combed her hair free from the tangles, and used her blow-dryer so the curls were more manageable. It was still curly, but more tamed then before.

She peeked into the room and looked at the time. She needed to hurry up, Merlotte's was already open.

She quickly put on a slim fitted grey cotton blouse with v-neckline, 3/4-sleeves, with light blue skinny jeans and black high boots that ended at her calves.

She took her phone and put it in her purse. On the way out, she grabbed her keys and rushed out of box filled house that made her feel suffocated. She hoped she could get the energy to unpack everything.

She opened the door to her dark blue Nissan Rogue S, and threw her purse into the passenger seat.

While on the drive to Merlotte's, she would tap her fingers on the wheel from nerves. How would they would act towards her? Since she was from a different country and had not met anyone in town yet other than creeps.

She snapped out of her daze to see she had reached the parking lot of Merlotte's Bar and Grill.

She found a spot, parked, and turned off the car, yet she did not get out.

She looked inside and saw lots of people, more people she didn't know that might judge her. She sat there, taking deep breaths to try and relax before she sucked it up. She needed this job!

'Alright, now or never.' She got out of the car with her purse tight in her grip, yet she was determined to get the job.

She walked in and saw some people staring at her, wondering if she who she was, and the men wondering if she was there alone.

She tried to ignore them, but she could feel their eyes burning into her back as she walked more into the place.

The man behind the bar noticed the place go quiet as a new looking woman enter the place. He sniffed the air lightly, noting how good she smelled, and how pretty she was, even with the confused and nervous look on her face. "Um, can I help you?" he called out to her.

She turned around to see a man behind the bar that looked to be in his late 20's- early 30's, and had strawberry blond hair with blue eyes.

"Oh, can I speak with the owner please?" She asked with her soft accent and blushed lightly from the attention.

He looked at the woman in confusion, why did she want him? And her accent, where was she from? "I'm the owner, Sam Merlotte. You are?"

"Oh," she stuck her hand out for him to shake. "My name is Charlotte Griffin." They shook hands, Sam noting that she had a nice warmth coming from her, and her soft smell filled his nose.

"What can I do for you Miss Griffin?" Sam put his hands in his back pockets as he gave her his attention.

"I was wondering if you had any open spots left in your restaurant." She held her breath as she mentally crossed her fingers, hoping he said yes and let her have the job.

He smiled brightly, so she needed a job. She looked clean, compared to all the other people that have come into his place looking for a job. "Why yes I do, there is an open spot for a waitress since we only have 3. I could do with one more." He saw Charlotte's eyes sparkle as hope filled them. "Would you want it?"

Her face lit up with a bright smile and she hugged him over the bar tightly. "Yes! Of course! Oh God, thank you Sam!"

He laughed at her excitement. He was fine in the spot he was in, she smelled nice, different but familiar. "Do you think you can start today?"

"I can." She pulled away. "Um, Sam, I don't have a uniform…" She gave him a confused look.

"Here." He went to the back and came back with a white t-shirt with the Merlotte's logo over the left breast. It looked like it would fit her. "Just wear this with some black shorts and any shoes you want."

She took the shirt. "Alright, I'll be right back!"

After changing her shirt in the bathroom and placing her things in the room that was Sam's office, she put hair held up by a clip so it wouldn't get in the way. "Hey Sam!" Charlotte waved to Sam once she got to him.

"Hey Charlotte, come here. I'll explain everythin-" he started but was interrupted by a woman's voice.

"Lafayette!" they turned toward the noise and saw a group of women wearing the same uniform Charlotte was wearing. One had black hair, the other bright red hair, while the middle had blonde and was shorter than the other woman. "That's nasty talk. I won't listen to that."

Sam shook his head. There goes Arlene, Dawn, and Sookie chit-chatting with Lafayette. "Don't worry about that. Now, don't worry on your first day. Here's a pad, an apron, and do your thing. Those rows of tables are yours." He pointed to the small tables close to the bar. "Looks like you have a costumer now." He padded her shoulder, liking the warmth she emitted. "Good luck."

Charlotte walked off and saw a man sitting there and looked around. "Hello, what can I get you?" Charlotte gave a charming smile.

The man looked like he was already having a rough day and he wanted to take it out on someone. "Yeah, I would like a cheeseburger and some fries, no salt!" he slammed the menu down onto the table.

Charlotte wrote down the order quickly. "Coming right up." she walked till she saw a black man with a do-rag dancing while cooking burgers. She saw that he was too busy dancing to notice Charlotte standing at the window. She tapped the metal tray of the window to gain his attention. "Excuse me lad? Are you the cook?"

Lafayette turned around to see a small woman he never seen before, who the hell was she and did she just insult him? "What did you just call me?" Lafayette narrowed his eyes at the woman.

"Um," Charlotte paused, not use to the attitude he was speaking with. "Lad. It means young man." She explained.

He felt flattered. "Well, thank you for callin' me young," he looked the woman over. She had a strange accent and he ain't ever seen her before. "I ain't ever seen you before, nor have I ever heard someone with your accent here. Who are you, and where you from baby girl?" he softened his tone, noticing how nervous she looked.

Charlotte gave a small smile. "Charlotte, I'm from Ireland and this is my first day here." She liked the look of this guy. He didn't throw messages to her of him wanting to have sex with her, Sam too.

'Well, new girl in town.' Lafayette thought to himself as he looked past her to see some of the men watching her, but she seemed to ignore them. "Awe, girl I'm Lafayette, what do you need?"

Charlotte remembered the order. "I just need a cheeseburger with fries." She shrugged. "That's all."

Lafayette nodded and started to make the burger. "Comin' right up."

"Thank you." She stayed and watched as Lafayette danced and cooked. It was an amusing sight for her. She had never seen a lively looking man during work hours.

Lafayette finished the burger and placed it on the plate with the fries. "Here you go baby girl." He handed her the plate carefully.

"Thanks." She placed the plate on the tray and walked to the man once again with a smile on her face. "Here you go." She placed it in front of him. "Enjoy."

She went to turn away when he grabbed her wrist tightly as he spotted something wrong with his order. "I said no salt!" he growled. "Are you fuckin' retarded? You have to be." He pushed her wrist away and pushed the fries away to the other side of the table. "Get me new ones you fuckin' retarded bitch!"

Charlotte glared at the rude man. She grabbed the plate and rushed over to Lafayette.

Lafayette was enjoying the song on a small radio he had in the kitchen, turning when he heard someone come toward the window. His dancing mood dropped as he saw the anger in the new girl's eyes. "What happened sweetie?"

"Nothing," she grumbled. "Just an arsehole." she looked back to the man that was rude to her. "Don't worry about it." She shook her head. "I need some new fries with no salt this time."

Lafayette looked Charlotte over. "Okay." He said slowly as he took the plate.

She stood there, looking at her wrist. He had grabbed it so hard, it was beginning to become red. It didn't help her skin was already sensitive. She came up with a small revenge plan. "Lafayette?"

"Hm?" he turned and looked at her while taking out new fries.

"Can you…" She pointed to the new fries. "Maybe drop a couple of them?"

He looked at her and smirked. "Girl, I like you already." He picked up the plate with the new fries and tipped it over. "Oops." He said sarcastically as they fell to the ground. He picked them up again and placed them on the plate. "5 second rule." He gave a wink to Charlotte as he handed her the plate.

"Thank you once again." she told him with a small smile as she took the fries and burger.

"Anytime sugar." He winked and went back to cooking.

Dawn and Arlene came up to the window after Charlotte left.

"Who is that?" Arlene asked in a hushed whisper that she used for gossip.

"Sam just hired her." Lafayette stirred the chili. "It's her first day here and she's from out of the country."

Dawn popped her hip as she looked over at Charlotte, talking to a new costumer. "Sam did always have a weak spot for cute things."

"Should we talk to her?" Arlene asked.

Dawn shrugged. "Wouldn't hurt."

Charlotte came back with her order when she saw the tall brunette and the red haired woman watching her as she got closer.

"Um," she slowly took her order and placed it on the order wheel for Lafayette. "Hello."

"Hi," Arlene said slowly, pointing to herself. "My name is Arlene, and this is Dawn. What's your name?"

Lafayette rolled his eyes and threw a roll at Arlene, hitting her. "I said she was new, not dumb."

Arlene huffed. "I didn't know if she spoke English! You said she was from outta the country."

"I can, and other languages as well." Lafayette placed the chili that was Charlotte's order. "Thanks." She thanked him. "But my name is Charlotte." She gave a small girl. "Nice to meet you both."

She walked away as Arlene blushed in embarrassment as Dawn smirked.

"Yup." Dawn nodded. "Real cute."

Charlotte was walking away from the kitchen window after talking to Lafayette when she was almost ran over by a pretty athletic black woman.

"Whoa, what the hell?" she yelled at Charlotte. "Watch where you're goin'."

Lafayette heard the familiar voice yelling and came out to see Tara yelling at Charlotte. "Charlotte, meet Tara Thornton, Tara meet Charlotte Griffin." Lafayette introduced them. "She's my cousin. Don't worry about her." he returned to the kitchen, he had shit to do.

"Hey." Tara greeted her emotionless while taking a much needed shot. She had just quit her job, she couldn't stand to be there anymore.

"Hello." Charlotte waved lightly and sat down next to her at the bar, she was regretting wearing these boots. She looked up and saw Sam and Tara were looking at something. Charlotte turned to see what they were staring at. She saw the little blonde woman talking to a man who seemed to have this air of mystery around him. "What's going on?"

Sam and Tara were glaring at the man, not liking the fact Sookie was close to a vampire.

Charlotte continued to watch them, wondering what they were saying.

Sookie was all smiles as she stood in front of the first vampire she's ever met. "Hi, and what... What can I get for you tonight?"

The vampire looked uncomfortable with how many people were staring at him. He kept his head down a bit. "Do you have any of that synthetic bottled blood?"

Sookie shook her head, a smile still on her lips. "No, I'm so sorry. Sam got some a year ago, but nobody ever ordered it, so it went bad. You're our first." She told him. "Vampire." She whispered.

The man's shoulders tensed. "Am I that obvious?"

"I knew the minute you came in." Sookie looked around. "I can't believe nobody else around here seems to."

The man looked over to Sam, who was tense in anger. "He does."

Sookie turned around to see he was talking about Sam, who was with Tara and that new girl. "Don't worry about him, he's cool." Sookie told the man. "I know for a fact he supports the Vampire Rights Amendment."

The man looked over at Sam. "How progressive of him."

"Anything else you drink?" Sookie asked him.

"Actually, no." he saw the look of happiness fall from her face. "But you can get me a glass of red wine so I have a reason to be here." He added quickly.

Sookie's smile returned. "Whatever the reason...I'm glad you are."

"Don't mind Sookie none, mister." A man sitting in the booth behind the vampire told him as she spun around. It was Mack Rattray. "She's crazy as a bedbug."

Sookie scrunched her face in annoyance. "I'll just get your wine for you." Sookie told the man before leaving.

Mack watched her go before looking down at the vampire. "My name's Mack Rattray and this here's my wife, Denise."

"Hello." Denise purred as the vampire turned her way.

"Good evening." He told her as he looked away, watching Sookie head to the bar.

Once Sookie reached the bar, she spotted the new girl. "Hey, you're the new girl. I'm Sookie, Sookie Stackhouse."

Charlotte stuck out her hand. "Yup that's me, I'm Charlotte Griffin."

When Sookie grabbed her hand, she was expecting the woman's thoughts, but there was nothing… Sookie felt the warmth from her hand. 'I can't hear her thoughts… Is she hiding them? I never met anyone who can do that...' Sookie shook Charlotte's hand with a confused look on her face. "Hmm… are you new in town?"

Charlotte nodded. Sookie looked to be another nice person in the town. "Yup, I moved from Ireland a couple days before." She laughed at the smile on Sookie's face, seemed like she was a happy and bubbly person.

Sookie seemed to relax a bit more, happy to not have more thoughts rushing through her head. "I love your accent, it's adorable." Sookie smiled as Charlotte lightly blushed.

"I've been getting that a lot." She moved a curl back. "Though people do talk to me slower, like I might not be able to understand them." She rolled her green eyes. "That's getting annoying."

Sam placed down a glass of wine for Sookie to give to the vampire.

Sookie quickly took it and carefully placed it down, giving the man a small smile and ignoring Mack staring at her tits.

When Sookie returned to the bar, her, Tara, and Charlotte were watching as the vampire looked uncomfortable as Denise seemed to be throwing herself at him while Mack just watched, looking like he didn't seem to mind the fact that his wife was shoving her tits in the vampire's direction.

Sookie was not happy, at all. "What a bitch!" she muttered as she glared at Denise. "You really think that she's gonna let him bite her?"

Charlotte was confused, the man didn't seem to look like he was interested in Denise or Mack.

Tara watched them carefully but still talked to Sookie. "You know how many people are having sex with vampires these days? And sometimes some of those people disappear."

"No" Sookie shook her head. "He's not like that."

Tara shook her head at Sookie's naïve nature. "Okay, okay. You spoke to him like a minute. You don't know how many people he sucked the blood out over the last how many centuries he's been alive."

Sookie looked the vampire over. "But he's so not scary."

Tara got fed up with Sookie "Sweet Jesus in heaven, Sookie. He is a vampire."

Charlotte got up, noticing one of her costumers needed something. "Tara just because he is what he is, doesn't mean anything. There are a lot of vampires in Ireland, but we don't treat them as badly as you do here, though we still keep our guard." Charlotte took the pen from her hair. "But I'm just the new girl in town, you might not listen to me. Still, be careful, who knows how he is." Charlotte hurried to the man that was her, "Yes, need anything else?"

"Just the check. That's all." The older man wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Charlotte took his check and handed it to him. "Here you go. Thanks for coming to Merlotte's." She gave him a smile and turned to walk away when she was stopped by him.

"Wait, miss?" he reached into his wallet and pulled out two 20 dollar bills, placed one with the check and handed the other into her other hand. "Here's a nice tip for you. You look like a nice girl." He patted her hand with a smile on his lips.

"Thank you sir. Please come again!" Charlotte smiled at the nice old man. She can't believe she got a $20 tip on just her first day.

"I mean," Denise purred as she ran her red polished nail on the vampire's jacket. "People have always discriminated against me."

Mack snorted. "Oh, boy, have they ever."

Denise ignored Mack, she needed to get this vamp to trust her. "And just because I never felt like being what society wanted me to be, you know?"

"Me neither." Mack chuckled. "Me neither."

"So we know what it's been like for you." Denise cooed.

Sookie wasn't liking the way the Rattray's were closing in on the vampire, so she came to his rescue. "Can I get y'all anything else?"

She heard Denise's voice come into her mind. 'He's probably got 11 or 12 pints in him. Holy shit, that's almost 200 ounces.' Sookie's eyes widen a bit as Denise continues her thoughts. The vampire noticed Sookie's stare on Denise and turned to look at the woman, who gave him a smile. 'I bet we could get 500 an ounce in Dallas. Fuck me, that's $10,000. Sweet Jesus.' Denise moaned in her mind.

"I'm gonna bring y'all a free round of beer." Sookie told them quickly, fear for the nice looking vampire showing on her face.

Mack looked up at her as his thoughts filled her head. 'What the hell is your problem, dimwitted...'

"Don't you go anywhere." Sookie told them, but only looking at the vampire.

'I guess you are retarded.' Mack's thoughts continued. 'Just like everybody says you are.'

Sookie made it to the bar around the back of the place looking for Tara, or anyone that would help her. "Tara." She grabbed her best friend tight and pulled her with her. "We have to stop them."

"Stop who? Why?"

"The Rattray's. They're gonna drain him and sell his blood." Sookie explained. "We have to stop them."

Tara ripped her arm from Sookie's tight grip. "No, we do not. We don't have to get anywhere near that vampire."

Sookie shook her head at Tara. "I am very disappointed in you and your small-mindedness."

Tara rolled her eyes.

"Sookie." Sam walked toward her from the bar. "The vampire can take care of himself. I promise you." He didn't want her near him anymore.

Sookie felt something was different and turned around. She saw that the vampire was gone, and so were the Rattray's. "Shit." Sookie cursed out loud, ripping her apron off and catching Charlotte's attention from her spot at taking an order. Sookie ran out, throwing her apron over the bar.

Tara shook her head. There is no way she is gonna stay here with a bunch of drunk stupid people. "No."

"Fake it." He shoves the apron into Tara's chest and leaves to his office.

Charlotte went to go hand Sam the money from an order when she saw Tara behind the bar and walked towards her. "Tara? Where's Sam?" she looked around, noticing Sookie was gone as well. "And Sookie?"

"Sookie ran after the damn vampire while Sam when to his office, so Sam made me work at the bar." She started to make herself a drink.

"Do you mind if I keep you company? All of my costumers are gone so I got nothing else to do." Charlotte asked her, not knowing how Tara will react to her being around.

"Do whatever the hell you want, I ain't your damn keeper." By the tone in Tara's voice, Charlotte thought she was mad at her but Tara winked and laughed.

Charlotte sighed in relief. "Damn, you scared me. Thought I was gonna have to run away." Charlotte sighed as she sat down, her feet hurting.

Tara watched as Charlotte sat down on one of the bar stools. She wondered why anyone would even come here, in the middle of swamp life. "Hey, why did you come to Bon Temp of all places?" she gave the Irish woman a cup of cherries as she refilled her own drink. To Tara, Charlotte didn't look like a hitchhiker, a druggie on the run, or anything you see come by through the town.

The smile disappeared from Charlotte's face. She started to mess with the glass of cherries in her hands. "I had to leave… I needed some answers and some time away from home."

Tara stared at her while Charlotte was off in her own world, wondering what happened to her to make her want to leave home and go to this shit hole.

The restaurant was now empty, which was happy news to Tara since she hated all those people.

Charlotte was still sitting on the bar stool once again but with her head down watching Tara move around the bar. 'I'm never wearing these shoes to work again.'

Arlene walked by on her way out. "Good night Sam, Tara, Charlotte."

"Night." Tara and Charlotte said together. Tara threw a cherry that she stole from Charlotte into the air and caught it with her mouth.

Charlotte laughed. After spending more time together, she saw that Tara had a sense of humor and curious about her and her homeland.

Sam walked out of his office and toward the bar where he saw Tara talking to Charlotte, amazingly Tara hadn't made her run off. "Thanks for helping me out tonight Tara." He nodded to Tara then turned to the green eyed woman. "So, how's your first night Charlotte?" he leaned against the bar. "Hopefully no troubles."

"Fun, but tiring in this shoes." Charlotte showed him her shoes. "Killing my feet."

Sam frowned. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've let you go home to get new shoes."

Charlotte shook her head. "I didn't want to seem like I was a shitty employee that took any chance to go home. Besides, the place was full and you needed people, especially with the rude customers." she told Sam as she brushed away a sway curl that got onto her face. "Wanted to get those people out fast."

Sam nodded. Seems like he made a good choice on hiring her.

Tara turned to him with her hand on her hip. "How much you gonna pay me?"

Sam stood there thinking. "Uh, 20 bucks?"

"How do you expect me to work here for 20 bucks a night?" Tara threw her hands in the air as she glared at Sam.

"I don't expect you to work here and you only covered tonight for what? An hour?" he handed her the money.

She took the money angrily. "Yeah, but Sam. If I did work here -"'

"It'd be a matter of time before you went off on somebody." He cut Tara off. "I don't wanna drive my customers away." Sam pointed to the empty table area.

Tara huffed. "I only go off on stupid people. You can ask Charlotte, I haven't driven her away." She pointed to Charlotte, who nodded.

"It's true Sam. She's been nothing but kind to me. Thanks for the compliment by the way." Charlotte gave Tara a smile.

Sam looked back at Tara and raised his coffee mug to his lips. "Most of my customers are stupid people."

A moment of silence was between them as Charlotte watched them, wondering if this was a normal thing that went around here.

Tara seemed to notice that he had a good point, but she thought of a plan. "Yeah, but... I could help you keep an eye on Sookie. You see the way she was looking at that vampire? That is just trouble looking for a place to happen. And she means too much to both of us to let anything happen to her."

Tara watched Sam, hoping she could work here. She needed a job and she liked the fact she could be with her best friend.

Sam gave in, she was right. "Alright, be here tomorrow at 6." He looked towards Charlotte. "You too Charlotte, I'll give you 2 more uniform shirts before you leave." Sam gave her a paper with her work hours. "Remember to wear comfortable shoes next time, and if you have any problems just find me."

Charlotte nodded, showing him she had heard him as she took the paper. "Thank you again Sam."

"No problem." Sam reached under the bar and pulled out a small book, which he handed to Tara. "And learn this on your own. I don't have time to train you."

Tara looked at the cover. It was a mix book. "Sam, I was mixing whiskey sauce for my momma since the first grade. It's just like riding a bicycle." Tara joked.

Charlotte frowned, how can anyone let their child make drinks for them?

"You know that's fucked up." Sam frowned.

"You think? My momma crazy." Tara rolled her eyes as she flipped through the small book.

Charlotte laughed and took her apron off.

A young man walked into the bar, heading straight to Sam but noticed a new person in the place. He grinned as he noticed the shape of the woman's legs. "Well, hello." He made his way over to Charlotte. "Hello beautiful," Charlotte spun around at the comment. "Wow, even better in front."

Charlotte scrunched her nose. "No." she turned to Sam. "I'm gonna get my things now. Thanks again."

"Who is that? Jason asked as he watched Charlotte go. "Ain't seen her before." He would've remembered sleeping with her.

"She's my new waitress, you leave her alone. Sam threatened.

Jason finally noticed Sam, but ignored Tara. "Hey, Sam, is my sister here?"

Sam shook his head. "No, Sookie already went home." Sam went to his office, remembering that he needed to give Charlotte some shirts for work.

"Hi Jason." Tara gave Jason a smile, hoping he could notice her.

"Hey." he answered back like he didn't care.

Tara scrunched her nose at him, not liking the way he spoke to her like he didn't care but drooled over Charlotte. "My name is Tara. Been your sister's best friend since kindergarten?" she narrowed her eyes at him. "I used to sleep over at your house for, like, years."

He blinked at her. Why the hell did she snap at him like that? "I know who you are."

She gave him a glare. "You better know who I am."

"Hey there stranger." Dawn called out as soon as she saw him, Jason Stackhouse, at the bar.

Jason turned around to see Dawn. "Hey, Dawn, come here." Dawn and Jason got closer and Jason ran his fingers over Dawn's curves. "Look at you. You look great." Dawn laughed lightly as Tara scrunched her face in anger. "How you been?"

"Fine." Dawn tidied the bills from her tips in her hands. "Partyin'."

"So you ain't mad at me?"

Dawn laughed again. "Why would I be mad at you?"

"Well, for not calling. You know." Jason shrugged. "The usual."

"Jason, baby." She lightly grabbed his chin. "I ain't got no expectations of you. I'm not an idiot."

"What time do you get off work?" Jason grinned.

"Well, I don't know." Dawn playfully looked down at her watch. "Right now."

"You want to go somewhere?"

"Well, yeah, I do." Dawn nodded. "I want to go home." She spun out of Jason's arms as she laughed, leaving Jason in his spot. "Good night, Tara."

Tara laughed. "Oh, my God. You are a gigantic parody of yourself and you don't even know it."

Jason didn't listen to her. "Great seeing you, Tara, good luck." He slapped the bar lightly as he placed money on it, then ran to go follow Dawn.

Tara scoffed. "'Good luck'? Good luck with what?" Tara took the money. "Shit."

Charlotte walked out, some shirts in her arms to see Tara taking another shot. "Hey Tara, I'm leaving. See you at work tomorrow." Charlotte placed a slip of paper from Sam's office onto the bar for Tara. "Here's my number."

"Thanks." Tara took it and placed it in her back pocket.

"Night!"

"Night." Tara called to her as she refilled her drink.

How did you guys like it?

I changed a lot of things, added new things, and changed the cover :)