It was a nice warm evening in California and our hero James was walking, and walking, and walking. Where was he walking to in a constant pace you ask, well to his job of course. James was the newest part-time bartender for the teen club named Top of the Pops. He had no fucking idea where the name came from. also he kind of didn't care they hired him, which could be considered a mistake on thier part. So anyway there he was trudging along till he came to the nice strip of buildings that all served one purpose, in his mind, to entertain. He opened the door to the dimly lit dance craze establishment to find it nearly empty. "Oh no hope someone doesn't call the police on this crazy crowd." He smiled and chuckled to himself as he walked behind the bar and took a seat. A waitress came up to him and smiled. "Just give it a few it'll pick up I promise, to early ya know for anyone to come out I mean it's only five babe."

She walked off living James smiling still, but now from ear to ear. If you couldn't tell by now his heart rate got faster and eyes shone brighter. He was in love, which just means he had a new target. It was a small hobby of his, just a little one to ahh find ones of the opposite or same sex and see if he could get them to fall for him. It was all in good fun and so far only one girl has had her heart broken by this fiend, but it was a mutual break and before he had started his sick game. "Well, well I do believe I was quite wrong...this time," though it was only in his mind James found the place to be dull and uneventful. That was untill the place filled to the top, maybe even of the pops with people.

The waitress walked back around and placed a few empty glasses on the bar. "I don't want to say I told you so...but I did tell you so." James looked her over then smirked "you may have won this one but there will be many more nights we'll be stuck here together...I hope." She seemed to have maybe , a little bit, possibly, kind of blush and James was all gamed. She was cute a little shy and possibly not a real trouble to handle, but he already started and couldn't leave her hanging with nothing to show for it. he had to at least get her number right? For her reputaation's sake and becase she had a nice vioce that he wanted to hear over the phone.

"And with that....I'm ready." Mia said, but only after a good fifteen minutes of organizing herself. She had gotten out of the shower, leaving the windows fogged up. It was just something she did, it also helped with her voice. She had put on a different bracelet than normally, she didn't want to have to worry about the charms or anything. It was two gold rings connected by two butterflies, one behind the other. She put on her favortie top, a kind of pale crimson color that let her show off what she had, but tastefully so. Mia threw on her favorite pair of jeans, and, of course, her favorite heels.

Her hair was worn in loose curls that she wore down, instead of having it pinned up in a pony-tail. All make up had been applied, not that there was much to be applied. She grabbed a CD case with a CD in it marked 'MC:2', she'd need it for later. After a slick walk to her car, twenty minutes in traffic, and a slight road rage, she was at the club. "The Top of the Pops..." Mimi said a she took a deep breath in the seat of her car as she parked. She got out, and walked up to the door. There was a few people standing outside, she must have still been early. After another few moments, she was inside the club. It was pretty cool she'd say, or atleast for the first club she had been to here. It was a good place to set the bar.

She walked in, and first place she headed, was the bar. She wasn't a big on drinking a whole lot of anything, but it was a good place to start. Mia waited for the bar tender to come into her view so she could order, she made sure she had enough for something. She wasn't really sure the prices, but she didn't think it would be majorly expensive. Mimi sat on the bar stool, and crossed her legs as seh tinkered with her bracelet. After the bar, it would be to the D.J. next, and then...the stage shortly after.

James was beat, beat, beating on the bar top before a girl walked in and made her way to the bar. She took her sweet little seat and started what he assumed was looking for him. He was thinking she either wanted to check him out, really how many girls a night came to the bar just to filrt with the bartender. Or the other option of her needing his assistance, not the fun assistance but the crappy one of wanting a drink. Now this being his job he walked over to her and leaned over the bar. "So can I get you anything, or are you tipping me early." He was speaking in reference to her checking her money a little while earlier. He gave an innocent smile in her direction. "We have a wide selection of drinks that will tickle your fancy. all virgins of course this is a dry establishment. Now anything you can think of, and if we don't have it for you I'll make it special." He ran his hand through his hair as he took a small breath. "I could name all that we have, it's only about 100 or so drinks."

He stretched while he waited for her to tell him what she wanted. Smiling at all the girls that walked in wondering if any of them went to his school. "So aahhh...you live around here or..." he trailed off hoping she'll respond or something it was easier to work once he started a conversation with someone helped him feel less lonely all by his lonesome standing behind a bar.He started humming the guitar solo playing in the club nit really knowing what else to do. It wasn't as if he could get up and leave to dance..unless the other bartender showed up to cover him, which he highly doubted. While she was thinking he went off and filled other orders. he had waited for a while but the angry shouts from people who did know what they wanted to drink were starting to get to him.

The music was starting to get a little louder, as the DJ thought he was doing pretty well. She listened to the bartender speak, and then was hearing people yelling at him. It seemed like people were little angry, wouldn't be if they could get into a club with real drinks. He was asking her question, and jokes, it was good to meet someone with a personality. Not that she hadn't, he just seemed the most animated. Before she could open her mouth to speak, he got up and left to fill other orders. When he returned, she opened her mouth to finish what she had wanted to say before. "Thanks, but I'll just take a Shirley Temple please." Mia said with a soft smile.

After placing her order, Mimi flipped her hair back, and went to answer his question. "Yeah, I go to Tristan. I live over in the dorms. Do you go there?" Mia asked with a interested look on her face. She hadn't been out since the other night with Gabriella, and hadn't really met anyone. Actually no one, unless her room mate counted, which I guess he kind of would. It seemed like quite a number of people from orientation were here, not that she actually spoke to them or anything. She was right beside Gabriella, and soon as she could she went to the dorm. She wondered who else she'd see here, as she pondered, she waited on her drink from the funny bartender.

It was late, he wasn't tired...and he still had hours left so it all fit. He looked at her well that wasn't very exciting "a Shirley Temple...not very exciting at all. But if you wana little girl in a glass I think I can make it happen." He pulled out a highball cocktail glass and a cockatail shaker. Placed them on the bar top and then poured some ginger ale along with grenadine syrup, and orange juice in the cocktail shaker. Which then leaded to him putting a cover on the shaker and shaking it so the drinks would mix together. Then he dumped about four ice cubes into the glass followed by the drink out of the shaker. Last but not a sweet little cherry, he pushed the drink over to her and leaned onto the table.

"You go to Tristan, are you seriously kidding me? I go there to..to ah Tristan yea the art school right?" He knew kids from that school had the option of coming, bu so far he hadn't met anyone who actually did. It was as if the never left that damn school. All caught up in their future careers far to much to actually have a life and enjoy it. wasting their time he thought what was the odds of everyone in that school of making it before they gave up like they likely would. If everything didn't go well in the time spand they set then yea failure city they would think. "Can't stop that factor, it's just facts," he looked around the bar "talking to myself again well that's not very cool." Of course he had not stopped talking to himself he only added to all.

He went along with his job making more drinks for more yelling people. "You don't need it that bad people, it has no alcohol in it." Afterglow, Evil Princess, Rail Splitter, and then the ones who had never been to a bar before and anted the common virgins. You know the many margarita and martini drinks, pinacolada, all that blah crap. It was not turning out to be a very festive night since he was to busy to actually do anything "fuck man."

Mia smiled and laughed as the clever bartender continued to make his less than subtle jokes. She took the drink and smiled as she softly sipped whilst the bartender was talking to her. "Yeah, I go there for music. Singing....if you want to get specific with it." Mia said with a soft chuckle. "I'm hoping to get up and sing here tonight...but I'm still trying to get up the nerve. Maybe if these were real drinks, I'd feel a little more bold." Mimi confessed to the bartender. She was feeling a little out of her element here in San Fransico. She was use to performing in packed clubs in New York, and cook-outs with cousins and friends by the truck loads in Louisiana. It was just something about being here, in this totally new place, a little less than alone, that made her courage dwindle and wane.

Mia looked down, deep into her drink, hoping to find her much needed boost of courage down there. Mimi looked up to the bartender, and brushed aside her curly bangs. "But, enough about my tramas, how much do I owe you?" Mia asked, remembering that she hadn't yet payed for the drink, or the small venting session she was having. It seemed as though she couldn't help but feel comfortable, not because he was a bartender, but because seemed like a really cool person. He had a sense of humor, which was at all times necessary. He was as patient as one person could be, with all the pushy people. He was probably only the second person she'd met out here, aside from Gabrielle, but that's only because they had met earlier. It seemed as though they were friends forever,when really, there had a short but close friendship. Whatever the situtation was, she just met good people, when she got around to meeting them. Now it was the bartender, oh the people Mia met when she went out