i stood behind the bar quietly, enjoying the marvelous selection of mixers and alcohol for my concoctions. i wasn't unused to strange sites like the one before me. i'd had my odd drunken fantasy about wolves, but the dog was a little brutal. Brutus being his name, i supposed it made sense. i merely hoped that i could please well enough to not receive that side of the punishments. i am pretty good at mixing people tell me, especially when they ask for a drink of my own invention, that is always fun. i just need the money, bad. This was the only position in town for summer break and i have college to pay for. "Beautiful girls make good money on their bodies" my old boss used to stay. And, i've reached desperate point. The plan is to please, not get into trouble and make it through the summer.But the way that Sir Stef was eyeing me, i may have to go out of my way to not get into trouble.

Scotch on the rocks.

margarita shaken, not stirred.

sex on the beach- ha- figures.

That poor girl on the floor... maybe i'll buy her a drink later, she looks like she can use one. And the butler too, sweet boy...

one beer, two beer, three beer, four... so much beer it tends to bore...

just smile, be polite, don't get into trouble, i'll be alright... this is for my degree... i need it!