<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/Hailey.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hailey Fox<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Doghouse, Bar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Beth / texting Lilith<br/><br/>The dust that kicked up from the Harley settled as a worn black boot was placed to the ground. Hailey Fox swung her leg over the pillion and patted that mornings breakfast and lunch on the shoulder.<br/><strong>"Thanks for the lift ... I'll call ya"</strong>she grinned, having no intention of doing so.<br/>"Mike ... at least say my name even once" he snaked a hand around her waist pulling her closer.<br/>Hailey gripped him by his chin and tilted his face up to hers, his blue soulful eyes actually looking besotted by her. Sheesh, how did she manage to pick up a nice guy and a nice one with a Harley at that?<br/><br/><strong>"That would be tempting fate, now get lost or I'll lose your number in the next five minutes"</strong>she pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before stepping out of the crook of his arm and shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. He gunned the engine, gave her a single finger salute and sped off. She wondered as she made her way to the entrance how long it would take him before he realised she hadn't got his number at all. A smile curved her lips as her boots made their presence felt on the wooden steps leading up to the Doghouse. She'd been given a tip by a reliable source that this place needed a barmaid and she was in need of a job. Life was forever throwing her lemons and she was constantly making orange juice, go figure!<br/><br/>A dog past her by and a blonde left the building, the door closing behind her. Hailey merely nodded her head, quirking her lips in a small smile as way of greeting as she reached into her back pocket and took out her mobile phone. It certainly wasn't the latest of models and it was hard to equate looking at the woman that she was one of the holier and mightier than thou Fox's. Money was of no object, at least to all in her family but her. She had been cut off and disinherited until she at least attempted to make something of her life. A smile played on her mouth, she was the chalk and her best mate Lily was the cheese.<br/><br/>Her fingers flipped open her phone and speed dialed Lilith's number after calling up the message window. It was typical that she hadn't planned on an out for coming away from The Doghouse but her whiter than white, saintly, angelic best mate would come and get her, she had no doubt on that score. Sure she'd have to listen to a litany of well intentioned abuse but it was Lily, her right hand, her soul mate. Without her, Hailey was simply a loser. A girl who threw away one opportunity after another. No doubt she would balk that she was coming here to look for a job, but at this point beggars could not be choosers.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">At The Doghouse fancy giving a girl a lift home?</span></div><br/>She pressed send and locked her phone before shoving it back into her pocket to open up the door of the pub; she past through and looked about the bar. It wasn't busy and for a moment she wondered why on earth they'd be looking for staff at all. Her slender body clad in black leather jeans and jacket sauntered to the counter as if she was a regular. The lady behind it was good looking, probably in her forties and in Hailey's mind obviously either owned or ran the joint. She could feel other eyes on her but took no notice ... for now.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey there"</strong>she leaned on the counter with both arms,<strong>"Are you Beth? I was told there was a job going here?"</strong><br/>