<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/>After dropping off her daughter, Ivy made her way over her place of work which was something she would have preferred not to do but she did whatever she had to when it came to raising her daughter. The Nightlife, it was the club she worked at and frowned upon everyday of her life. The place looked nice on the outside and the inside, plenty of people especially men would come here to escape their problems by getting drunk or find relief by cheating on their wives or girlfriends. It was sickening really but as long as she was getting paid she didn't care. It wasn't her place to get involved in other's lives or business here and she wasn't about to. Her only concern was her child and money in that order.<br/><br/>Maybe she could have dealt with the place better if it wasn't for the man in charge, her boss Bill Richardson. He had the authority over this place and he never had any issues showing it. He was a decent looking man in his late thirties who enjoyed flaunting his money around when the time was right. He was normally an ass to all his employees on the regular and that included Ivy, though she just learned to deal with him and his ways as much as she hated it. Everyone had to go by his rules and do what he said if they wanted to keep their jobs around here, even if what he said was something less desired...anything to raise her daughter. Ivy never did speak of her child here, in fact no one really knew she had a kid. It was safer to keep Isabelle's name out of everything she was involved in, it was the only way she knew to keep her daughter from harms way and that's all she wanted. The woman wanted to do better for her daughter but she was in a tight spot and had to make due with what she could.<br/><br/>Right now it was still semi-early so the nightclub wasn't at it's highest right now. Men were in and out of here after spending some..quality time with particular ladies and Ivy just turned an eye from it. She was just the bartender after all so any of the affairs here were just normal to a certain extent. She began cleaning the glasses at the bar and get things set up for when the crowd would get bigger and her tips would flow in. The men just didn't come to her because she was good at her job, it was because of her uniform and her looks as well. Ivy wore tight black shorts that went well with her toned legs, she sported a top that showed her midriff and her cleavage as well. Everything was to draw attention and it certainly did, the woman was a looker obviously but the rule was they could look and not touch..well unless she had bills to pay and the money was right.<br/><br/>At some point one of her regulars came in looking for a drink, one would call him a drunk but Ivy knew that wasn't true. The man had a difficult life and needed some escape from it so she normally gave him the benefit of the doubt. He would normally try to get more out of her but the man couldn't afford her so his tactics always came up useless, the most he would get was a glass of whiskey out of her and that was something he was content with.<span style="color: #000040">"Hey Ray, I'm assuming the wife isn't making things better if you're here. If you got the cash then you got a whiskey coming up for you."</span>She said and the man nodded and gave her the money. He didn't even have to bother explaining to her what happened, another argument and another day of his wife threatening to move out, kick him out, or leave him. What fun that had to be.<br/><br/>She would rather be sitting here and chatting with him than thinking about her own problems, she needed money to get her car fixed and knew she wasted more money by getting a taxi. She needed something extra and she did not want to result in going to her boss just so he would have another thing to hold over her head until the end of time. Something..or someone needed to happen, she needed to find someone that would help her out and spot her the money she needed..in return she would give them her services but it depended on who came tonight. Hopefully a guy with money in his bank cause she only did things like this in desperate situations.