<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Her soft chuckle and her teasing reply made him aware that he had totally knocked her out with his introduction line and he blushed slightly. He had to get rid of that akwardness or this evening would be some horror trip. Remembering that he had heard about guys getting bills of several thousand dollars for one bottle of champagne, he grabbed the drink list and scanned it. The prices seemed to be acceptable and so he ordered a whiskey-cola and gave her ten dollar to keep the three dollars he should get back, allowing the bartender a look in his stacked wallet. Finally after taking a sip he answered her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Is it so obvious that it is my first time in a nightclub? I nearly turned around outside the door, so I feel completely lost here. I only heard stories and saw films of foreign countries, but I have never been in a nightclub in the States. I have no idea how it works here, are the girls walking around and picking out their customers? Oh, I  am Jerry, like in Tom and Jerry, I even have an older brother called Tom so it was a running gag in school. Everytime we played tag it was a big cheering, look Tom is chasing Jerry again..."</span><br/><br/>He had no idea why he told her that episode of his youth. Maybe because he was nervous like hell, maybe because he was relieved that this beauty wasn't Ivy. He had hoped that he may meet Ivy here and that all his fears that she may be some kind of prostitute were unfounded. But at the same time he feared what would be if Ivy really was working as a prostitute? Would he have to take her kid away? She worked in a club, that didn't mean that her kid was in immediate danger...but luckily Ivy seemed to be absent today. Somehow this whole idea of checking on her at work had been a silly one. Kind of shortsighted, not the way Jerry worked usually.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Yes, I am from around here, lived all my life in this town. I come from a big family, I have seven siblings and we all stayed in the area. Family meetings are always a big happening. But I have never been around here. I only heard from it, mostly horror stories as I have to admit. How is it working here as a bartender? Are those guys generous or more awkward to be recognised from you on the streets, Cat? I could imagine that I would feel quite awkward, if I would be a regular here and I walk on the streets with a girlfriend or wife and you cross my way and there is a knowing look in your eyes. But maybe I am too soft for this kind of club and most of the guys here give a damn on what others believe of them."</span><br/><br/>Jerry let his eyes wander around the club. Some guys were sitting on couches with girls next to them and they were chatting. The girls all wore skimpy outfits, but he had to admit that this hot bartender in her black top was prettier and way more sexy than them. While he watched, a guy got up with his girl and they walked upstairs, the girl giggling on some joke the guy had made. Jerry assumed that the real act would happen upstairs then.</div>