Its Saturday, I wake up and roll out of bed.

I get myself ready for the day, I might go to the park or something not sure yet.

I grab my bag and walk downstairs about to open the front door to leave but someone shouts my name.

"Scarlett!"

I turn around to be met with Damon "yes," I say.

"Where do you think your going?" He asks folding his arms.

"To the park," I say starting to turn back around.

"Stop! Your not going to the park," he says emotionless.

"Why not?" I ask confused and slightly angered.

Why do these motherfuckers think they can tell me what to do.

"Because I said so," he says annoyed.

"I don't have to listen to you," I say now folding my arms sassily.

"You live under my roof. You do as I say," Damon says darkly.

Okay not going to lie he does have a point like I don't pay to live under his roof but still I should be able to a have a personal life.

You know what I might just go out a get myself a job, that's what I'm going to do.

"What if I make my own money and move out. Then what?" I ask.

"Then I could care less what you do," he say coldly.

That actually hurt my feelings a little.

Why though?

"Okay," I say and turn around.

"Okay what?" He asks.

"I'm going out to find a job that's what," I say and leave the house.

I walk in a couple of stores asking them if they're looking for staff but no one really is looking for any at the moment.

I walk down this weird street and come across a huge building with a sign that says 'Dark Angels Club'. What is this like a night club?

Should I? I question myself.

Maybe not.

But then again my life is lame as fuck so it could be fun.

Obviously I'm not going to be a dancer or stripper or any of that sort, maybe if I could be a waiter or work at the bar. That would cool I guess.

I make my way inside and my god it's so pretty with the bright pink strobe lights lighting the whole place up.

Wow the stage is massive but it's really quiet probably because it's early in the morning but imagine this place at night.

I walk up to the bar "hi what can I get you?" I guy says gruffly.

He's kinda hot with all those tattoos but anyways I'm here to get a job not a boyfriend.

"Can I please speak to the manager?" I ask politely.

"No," he says harshly.

"No?" I ask.

"Please, I need to speak to the manager," I press on.

He sighs and looks me up and down "one minute," he says and walks away.

After a minute or two he comes back and continues to clean the glasses.

"Umm is the manger coming out?" I ask.

The tattooed guy looks up but right past me, I turn around to see a man in a suit who looked around to be in his mid thirties.

"Someone asked for the manager," he says loudly.

I walk up to him, looking up "hi I wanted to speak to the manager," I say quietly I don't know what's came over me, this guy is just so intimidating with his loud ass self.

"About what?" He asks rudely.

"Umm I was just wondering if you were looking for any staff?" I ask.

"No," he says and turns around to walk away.

"Wait please," I grab his arm to stop him.

He looks down at his arm then at me, I gulp.

kind of scared.

"Listen here little girl your just not the right fit to be a stripper okay and you don't even look eighteen, so no," he says and continues to walk away.

I run in front of him stopping him "please I don't want to be a stripper, could I like get a waiter position or work at the bar. please," I say hoping he'll just give me a chance.

He looks me up and down "how old are you?" He asks.

"Seventeen," I say quietly.

"Then no," he says and walks past me.

"Stop!" I shout at him.

He stops abruptly and turns around looking at me surprised and yet annoyed.

"I'm turning eighteen very soon and-and I'll work very hard just please give me a chance and if I fuck it up then you can fire instantly and I'll leave. Just please give me a chance," I beg.

He looks into my eyes and I stare right back into his searching for any sign that he might give in and hire me.

"Fine but only because your actually quite pretty and could possibly bring more men to the bar and bring up sales. And yes if you fuck up your out understand?" He says with authority.

"Yes-yes I'll do my best I swear. When do I start?" I ask excitedly.

"Tomorrow night, be ready. And I'm watching you," he says and walks away.

Oh my god I can't believe I got myself a job in a night club.

Man this is going to be exciting...