<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000040"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Ivy Belmonte</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1155.photobucket.com/albums/p543/Rikasha16/8e99f2f2-631a-4693-9107-697a5e177088.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Oh he really had no idea just how badly she needed money but a ten wasn't going to cut it, she needed more than that and he would find that out later. She chuckled and took his money before making him another drink and giving it to him. She turned around again and started organizing the different drinks and such, not really noticing that he was looking her way. Then again so many men stared at her but and breasts here that she didn't even care anymore.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000040">"A majority of the men that walk in here hit on me, doesn't mean it leads to anything. As much as I should believe that I look better than the women here it's something I pay little mind to. You would think men would tip better but few do, as I said before they are more interested in other things than just tipping the pretty bartender well. I can't even recall if I've gotten asked out around here before since it normally goes in one ear and out the other. Normally i'm too busy for it, but are you trying to imply asking me out?"</span>she said then turned around and took a puff from her cigarette.<br/><br/>He seemed to be too much of a good boy for her and he didn't need to get involved with a woman like her. They came from two different worlds and he wouldn't understand hers just like she wouldn't understand his. There was his family that could look down on her since she didn't fit the picture of a perfect woman and she had her job as well, most good men wouldn't date her because of it and honestly she wasn't going to set herself up for disappointment like that.<span style="color: #000040">"But what about you? Any good girls trying to get in your pants lately?'</span>