Draven walked unfazed down the heavily graffitied steps, down to the subway. He's been living her for almost a year and half now, he was use to it. He remembered when he was new to the huge city, finding everything exciting and new, now it was old and annoying. Having to live in a shitty apartment and constantly being afraid to come back and see you're place robbed isn't what he'd thought it would be like.

He had planned on adventure, a unimaginable apartment and a job. Well, the only adventure he had, had all week was running from the local thugs who tried to take the new (yet cheap) shoes he'd bought last week. His apartment had been unimaginable however, when he'd first seen it he'd hardly believed that he was going to pay to live in it, but apparently it was the best they had and all he could afford.

And the job? Oh yeah, nonexistent as of now. He had been working at a bar a couple blocks down from his house called "The Purple Splinter", the guy was probably high when thinking of the name. The job hadn't paid good, and he was working more hours than getting paid for. He confronted his Boss a couple months after taking the job, and had shortly been fired after that. In his boss's own words "If you don't like how I'm payin' ya, then just get your ass out of here! It's not hard to find twerps like you." Jimmy, his boss, told his fierce and huge mastiff 'Jaws' to "get him", and well...he ran out of the bar as fast as his feet would possibly take him.

He'd kind of just figured he was fired, and even if he wasn't there was no way in hell he was going back to check. So, now he was on the dirty, smelly subway to a place called "Devils Angels", a bar that was almost a hour away from his house. Since he didn't have a car, and he obviously couldn't walk, the subway was his only option.

Since the places he usually went to and shopped at were relatively close to his house, he'd never been on the subway before. He was use to the dirt and smell, but it was amazing to see the different people around him. Men and woman, all dressed up in suits with briefcases, we're scattered about. A woman with a baby was sitting two seats next to him on his right, he wondered why she was up and about so early. He looked at his watch, it was almost nine in the morning.

He saw a bundle of cloths who he assumed was a homeless man, sleeping in the corner. A larger woman wearing a ton of makeup and jewelry was to his left, and he quickly looked away when she looked up from her paper to see him staring at her. He kept his gaze on his white shoes for the rest of the ride.

When his stop was nearing, an announcer came on telling him they would be coming to a stop soon at his desired destination. Though he hardly could hear it, the speaker was too old and only let you hear bits of what the guy was saying.

Not many people were getting off at his stop, and he made his way up and out of the dimly lit subway. He leaned against the railing and reached in his pocket to get his cigarettes, he'd managed to bum a pack off his buddy John the other day. He put the thin cigarette in his mouth while he rummaged around his pocket to find the light blue lighter he always carries. Once he found it, he lit up and took a drag, the smoke filling his lungs.

He'd never smoked before, but this past year had been stressful and he'd needed something to give him the relief he sometimes needed. Cigarettes seemed to do that for him.

He walked down the street, the light breeze running through his neck length dirty blond hair. A piece flew in his face and annoyed, he put it behind his ear.

He turned left, down another street and say the large neon letters that spelled out "Devils angels", the letters weren't glowing with light, so he assumed they didn't open this early. Some bars stayed open 24/7, though he only knew of a few that did that. It was hard to keep something running all the time.

This was a bar, yes, but they had the "Coyote" thing going on. They had dancers that, duh, danced on the bar. He, of course, wasn't going to do this. He was applying for the actual bar part, they had one other male bartender and it just wasn't enough. Or at least that's what the woman he'd called about the job had said.

He walked up to the large metal double doors, he threw his cigarette down and put it out with his heel. He didn't know what to do...knock? He knocked once on the door, then opened one of them. He looked inside and not seeing anyone, walked in a little more.

"Hello?" He called, the lights were on and the tables along the walls had the chairs upturned onto them.

"Hello?" He said a bit louder, hoping someone would hear him.

"In the back." He heard a muffled response.

He scrunched his eyebrows in curiosity and walked next to the door by the bar.

Before he could go back, it swung open and a woman walked out.

"Hi, I'm Rhonda and the owner of this club!" She smiled, rubbing her hands with a towel.

He stuck his hand out, and she shook it firmly.

"Hi I'm-"

"Draven? Your the guy applying for the other bartender position." She said, dropping his hand and walking behind the bar.

"Um...yeah." He said, unsure of what to say. He walked closer to the bar, leaning on it.

"Ok, so why do you want this job?" She said, picking up a glass and cleaning it.

"Well um, I need the money." He said sheepishly.

She chuckled and nodded her head.

"Do you have experience? I need to make sure you can do this, we get tons of costumers at night."

"Yeah, I've worked at a bar before. Same kind of job too."

"Ok, show me what you can do." She said putting the glass down, it made a clang sound on the wood of the bar.

"N-now?" He stuttered, he hadn't expected to be tested like this.

"Well sure, I need to see for myself if you can do it." She flashed him a smirk and he nodded his head. He took off his coat, revealing his freshly washed white shirt and set it on the bar.

He walked around and she stood off to the side a bit. She handed him to bottles of vodka.

"Show me what you can do." She said competitively.

He let out a shaky breath and nodded. He poored a bit into the small glass then flipped the bottle around in his hand, the other flipping at well. He threw them up into the air, and grabbed them, filling the glass once more. He set the bottles down and slide the drink flawlessly down to her waiting hand.

He laughed, a broad grin spread across her face. She ran her fingers through her short blond locks and nodded to him.

"You've got a job now, kid."

"Seriously!?" He said excited.

She rolled her eyes at him.

"I wouldn't lie to ya, but just to make sure, ya know legally, how old are you?" She said crossing her arms.

"I just turned 22 a couple weeks ago." He told her, grabbing for his coat.

"Well, ok then. Yup you've got it. When can you start?" She asked, both walking out from behind the bar.

He pulled on his coat with ease and zipped it up halfway.

"As soon as I can" He said smiling.

"Tomorrow night 7:30? Come earlier though, I need to introduce you to the other workers." She said, scratching her cheek.

"Ok, will do." He said, turning around and heading for the door.

"See ya tomorrow." He called over his shoulder.