Kara stood behind the bar at work, her black long hair pulled back into a mess that was half bun and half ponytail but didn't give too much shit as she threw a towel over her shoulder and leaned over the bar towards the gentleman in front of her. "Hi darling. What can I get you?" Her voice purred a bit and gave him a wink, making sure that leaning over had showed off a bit of cleavage. The guy was fully into it of course. All the sick pigs were. He muttered out what he needed with a stutter and a blush and she tried her best to keep in her laughter. "Of course, right away." She quickly went along in making him his stupid drink, dropping it front of with a wink before walking away and trying her best not to gag. The one thing she hated about this so called great job was the fact that she constantly had to flirt with a bunch of butt ugly dicks that stared and drooled at her all day. It made her want to become a lesbian most of the time but she knew she couldn't leave the men. Sex was just way too fantastic with a dick. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, pulling in the much needed smoke and breathing it out as the shit destroyed her insides but made all her nerves numb.<br/><br/>She leaned against the back of the bar, watching the few people left. I was the early mornings and the bar stayed open late into the mornings. Honestly she didn't think it ever closed. Did the place even have hours? Probably not. If people were it was open. This little shit of a hole was nothing more than a bar, lousy music, broken lights, and smelled a lot like stale peanuts. At least it didn't smell like piss. One thing she made sure never happened. Even though the place was rundown, the counters and tables were clean if just a little scratched up. The wooden floor were swept up and mopped, the seats were not in the greatest of shape but they held the fatass people up so it did the job and the bathrooms were spotless. It was why she loved this place. Looking at it from the outside and just at plain view, it was a shithole that no pansy ass wannabe would ever step foot in. But staring at the small details you knew this was a fine place to be and the fucking alchole was fantastic. Not to mention the chief made one hell of a cheese burger and the greatest new york pizza you could ever have.<br/><br/>"Hey. You look familiar." A sudden voice broke her thoughts and Kara looked towards a greasy slop of a man. He leaned onto her perfectly clean counter, spitting his drunken drool all over it and she fought the urge to slam his face down into it. "Aren't you Micheal's little girl?"<br/><br/>Her whole body froze and she narrowed her eyes at him. She held the cigarette carefully in her hand and kept herself still and looking relaxed, stilling leaning back, but she kept her eyes on him. Her dark brown eyes looking black with the dim lighing as she held his gaze. He shifted a bit uncomfortable but she kept him there, daring him to say something else and of course the drunk bastard couldn't keep his mouth shut.<br/><br/>He let out a nervous chuckle. "I heard he ran off with some whore after getting her knocked up and drugged out. Probably dead in a ditch somewhere or-" Before he could finish his rumbling, he face was sudden slammed into the counter several times. Kara had taken his head by his hair and stared to slam his face into the counter over and over again.<br/><br/>"You think you know shit huh?! You're think you have all the fucking answers!?" Blood covered the counter and his body had gone limp by now but she was still slamming his head into the counter, yelling at him before a hand grabbed her wrist. She growled and jerked away, letting the guy's fall back onto the ground with a groan.<br/><br/>"At least he's still alive." A gruff male voice spoke out and Kara huffed.<br/><br/>"Whatever. He deserved a hell of a lot worse." Kara muttered to herself, staring disgustingly at the blood on her counter and took the towel from her shoulder and began to wipe it up. No one spoke a word and everyone still drinking as if everything was normal and with Kara this was normal.<br/><br/>"If you weren't such a hot piece of ass and a great bartender I would have fired you." Kara glared at the owner of the bar who had stopped her from probably murdering the ass.<br/><br/>"What did you just call me?"<br/><br/>"A hot piece of ass." He said, grinning at her with a wink before walking off.<br/><br/>If Kara didn't owe that man a big fucking favor and her life, his face would have met the counter too. She sighed, rolling her shoulders to let some of the tension out. What was she kidding. She would never hurt that old man, with his salt and pepper hair and dark eyes. He reminded her a lot of her father, and them having been good friends in the past meant that she could easily talk to him and felt comfortable around him unlike everyone else around her. She was always on guard, never trusting of any shit which probably wasn't the greatest seeing as she had just gotten herself initiated into the AOC. She pulled the cigarette back up to her mouth and gave it a pull, sighing as it worked it's magic of calming her down. She closed her eyes and let her heart slow down from it's sudden racing. She went back to cleaning up the mess she made, dumping the soaked bloody cloths into the sink and smiling at the next person who came into the bar.