It was a good night and she was certainly enjoying herself. She was dancing as she made drinks. Enjoying the looks many of the men were giving her. The drinks were flowing and she had a pocket full of tips. Working here was going to be a blast. However, some of her patrons were moving away from the bar. She couldn't understand why as she went to pass someone a drink only to all but threw the drink on the man. She gasped at the sight of<em>him.</em>It was the guy that saved her from the men that tried too...<br/><br/><strong>"What the fuck! You stupid bitch!"</strong>The guy yelled toward her. At first, she didn't register the guy. Her glaze focused on the man and he was pissed. Was it her? Maybe he had wanted to take her but.... he wouldn't, would he?<br/><br/><strong>"Bitch! I want another fucking drink. On the house too!"</strong>Her mind snapped back over to the man and she blinked. "Oh! Sorry." She moved around the bar to make him another drink. Her hands trembling as she handed over the cup without spilling it this time. What the hell was that guy doing here? Had he been following her? Her glaze kept looking over there at him and then away. She filled orders trying to stay away from him.<em>Please don't let him call me over.</em>Actually, now would be a good time to take a break. She motioned over to one of the other bartenders and let him know she was taking her break. Once she was sure, he could handle the load, she headed out.<br/><br/>It was mere moments before she was outside the staff only exit in the back. She leaned against the wall of the club and sighed. How? Why? What was he doing here? He saved her from those bastards. She should be thanking him but here she was leaning against a dirty wall. She should snuck a couple of drinks. At least she might feel better about this. It was too soon to see him again. Too soon...