<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/>Ivy knew she was a bit too much for this man to handle, she was sure he has never truly been around a woman like her and it was no shocker. He was the type that looked like he would go for a girl he met at church that was religious in every sense of the word! Ivy couldn't do that even if she faked it.<span style="color: #000040">"Well there's this little thing called being nice to customers so I gave you a free drink to try it out and see how I like it. I could get used to it depending on the customer."</span>She said with a chuckle and looked over into the club to see what was going on.<br/><br/>Some people were dancing while some girls were getting the attention they so desperately craved. Oh well the place was getting paid but it was a little slow tonight so chances are she could end up getting off early if things didn't start picking up soon. Which made her think of her car situation and knew this may be the perfect time to actually get this guy.<span style="color: #000040">"I don't think chatting with a pretty bartender is all that bad, you seem to enjoy it and if your friends saw me they probably would to. Don't worry i'm not hat conceited and honestly I'll probably leave her soon if I can. I'm not sure how I will get home since my car broke down and I don't really have the luxury to pay a taxi to drive me all the way to my flat. Looks like I may be walking, thankfully I have a tazer on me.."</span>She sighed then started getting things organized for the next day.<br/><br/>Ivy wasn't sure if he would pity her or not but she was hoping he did, she could always pull the kid card but no. She wasn't the type to use her daughter as a crutch for her, she was just thankfully her daughter was in the safety of her mother and would spend the night there. The woman was off tomorrow so she would spend all her sweet time with Isabelle.<span style="color: #000040">"So knowing that you would prefer not to get wasted, how about something simple like a coke or I can be fancy and give you a water with lemon."</span>That seemed to be more his taste really, sometimes she wondered if the man even drank soda..maybe he was more of a juice guy.