<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 just stared at the man for a moment before lighting a cigarette, it was a habit she had gotten into a few years back but oddly enough she didn't smoke in her home or around her daughter, she was very anal about things like that. She still didn't trust this guy Jerry as far as she could throw him and the fact that he made it so clear that he worked in Social Services made her weary of him. He was just the kind of guy that poked his nose in business that wasn't his, but he had money..she needed money so he was an easy candidate. This facade he spoke of? Well it was part of her job, even cops had a hard time knowing if she was telling the truth or not.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000040">"It's a nightclub and I work here, I'm just the bartender and that's all there is to it. Also you can't give people help or advice if they don't want it or refuse to listen. The girls here, I don't know any of them personally and I try to keep it that way. What they do or don't do for money is their business once they go up those stairs and shut the door. I genuinely don't know."</span>Okay so maybe she could lie a bit herself but in a way she was innocent in all of this. She didn't exactly sell her body like these girls did here, she did it when it was deemed necessary. That may have been considered bad in most people's eyes but desperate times call for desperate measures.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000040">"I wouldn't say that it's difficult to work here or anything like that. I mostly stay to myself and what other's think of me is something I could care less about. My mother would have preferred better and everyone else..depends on what you mean by everyone else since there really isn't anyone else."</span>In other words she was as single as one could get and that was the best option for her.<br/><br/>He must have been really lucky to live in a stable home with siblings, she was sure everyone ate at the table at dinner and shared stories about how their day went. A lot of that fairytale bullshit that kids like her would have liked back then but gave up on a long time ago. His life must have been picture perfect and not truly knowing what the world was like beyond that, she could almost feel sorry for him and find him naive but she wasn't going to. He didn't know a damn thing about those who struggled to make ends meet, she doubted he even knew what it was like to struggle but that wasn't her business so she just dropped it to put it simple.<span style="color: #000040">"So is there another drink you would like or are you trying to get drunk off my attention?"</span>