Their Bloody Rose

Keep Your Hands to Yourself, Or Else

The next day, when Marissa came in for her shift, the bar was already open and packed. Joanie was behind the bar and when she spotted Marissa she lit up.

"Hey girl!" She called as Marissa made her way past the bar towards the staff area.

"Hey!" Marissa called back with a wave. "I'll be out to get things going real quick. Tonight you gotta keep up with me!"

"Oh it's so on!!" Joanie yelled excitedly as she poured 12 drinks at once. Marissa really liked her. If she didn't have to leave in a few short months she'd probably make a really great friend for her. But she didn't get the luxury of friends anymore.

Marissa got changed and then put her bag away in her locker, putting the new combination lock she'd bought earlier in the day on it to keep it safe. She was fine leaving her small suitcase of clothes at the hostel, but her backpack with all her important stuff from before stayed with her at all times.

She headed out onto the floor and Joanie already had a tray full of drinks ready for her to take to one of the lower vip tables. The upper vip area was the only place Marissa had been told she didn't work in and to stay out of it. She didn't mind though, it meant less stairs and probably less creepy pervy dudes trying to fondle her.

She went to drop off the drinks and it turned out tonight sadly the creepy pervs were down here too. It was a table of 6 guys, all definitely well into their rounds of drinks, and all pervy and horny.

Marissa did her best to just drop off the drinks and get out while the guys made all sorts of gross comments pointed at her. One of the guys went to grab her but she quickly ducked it and made her escape.

She got back to Joanie and vented a little. "Fuck that vip table. Bunch of idiotic gross assholes," she said to Joanie while loading up another tray of drinks to run.

"Tried to get handsy did they?" Joanie said knowing those guys from the couple other times they'd been in here. She'd hated when she had to serve them. A lot of drinks got "accidentally" spilled on them by her. "I'll start thinning out their rounds so they don't get too belligerent. But you know if they do try to get you, fight back or get security. Don't you dare take any of their bullshit. I'll throw hands myself if you need backup."

Marissa laughed as she hefted up a full tray of drinks. "Thanks Joanie," she said with a smile, "you're the fucking best."

The night went on just fine until Marissa had to take another round of drinks to the vip douchebags. While she was reaching across the table to hand one guy a drink, another took the opportunity to run his hand up her thigh, under her dress.

"Get your hands off me," she said, her body frozen in rage. "Now." Instead of listening though this asshole ran his hand up further under her dress to her ass while his buddies giggled like schoolchildren.

"Oh come on doll face, you know you wanna give us a good show," the man who was about to lose his arm slurred out.

Marissa whipped around fast, forcing his hand away and backhanding him hard across the face. "Touch me again and I'll break your face," she growled at him.

Up in the office Fiona and Logan were talking business while Eddie watched Marissa from the window. "I think it might be time to throw the assholes at table 7 out. They're getting way too touchy with Marissa. I don't like it."

Logan came over to look out the window right as Marissa slapped the guy in the face. "Yeah it's time for them to go," he said already heading to the door to go take care of them himself. He didn't like customers touching any of his workers. Even if Marissa was a spy, he still wasn't having her be harassed by drunk idiots on his watch.