Clarissa held back her uncomfortableness as she shifted herself around in her dress as she stood at the bar, she held her tongue as she heard several whistles floating around her.

She kept her attention on Jonah, the one of three male bartenders at Live in Heaven. She watched as his muscles slightly twitched as he moved his focused yet playful attention around the bottles he spin in his hands before watching the liquor pour from the bottle into the glass.

Even after three years at Live in Heaven, Clarissa's pouring skills weren't as skilful, yet she knew how to keep the focus on her hands as she let the bottle careful spin around her fingers.

Jonah looked up as he pushed the glass forward, he watched as Clarissa almost mimicked his bottle tricks. He didn't judge her for giving his only act a try, he took pride in seeing her try. Jonah had almost taken Clarissa under his wing when she started working behind the bar, the two of them were almost inseparable during their shifts.

Jonah whisked his grasp under her fingers as he watched the bottle fumble in her hands.

Clarissa looked up at him and smiled a little.

Together, their hands worked in unison to fly the alcoholic bottle above their heads before letting Jonah carefully catch the bottle perfectly in his grasp. He gently tipped the head of the bottle in Clarissa's direction; Clarissa gently tapped the top of the bottle before watching as Jonah flipped the bottle over into her hands.

Clarissa burst out giggling before turning her attention to the three empty glasses in front of her, she watched as the liquid splashed between the three glasses.

"Perfect" Jonah called out.

"Of course she is!"

Clarissa looked up at their favourite male customer, Mister Private function himself; River Stevenson, a man who just like Stacy looked like he attended church on a regular basis while sin dripped from his pores.

River, a man who took pride in throwing his money towards woman who grovelled for his attention. River took his fancy in Live in Heaven, he loved the way Stacy paraded around the young woman in the club, River took pride in showing the woman who was boss; it certainly wasn't them.

River came from money, just like Stacy did. The two of them were thick as thieves when it came to basking in their lustful ways.

Clarissa held back her remarks as she stared into River's eyes, she knew when to pretend she was under River's control and when to prove she wasn't. River hated her ways, he hated that she wasn't like the other woman in the club begging for his attention.

"I'll bring these over to you and Stacy." Clarissa held back her purr as she grabbed an empty clean carry tray from under the counter.

Jonah kept his attention on Clarissa, he was ready to jump in if something was going to happen. Even with a semi-filled club, he knew private functions could get a little too hectic for the woman.

River pursed his lips together; he studied her features. The way the sparkles of her eyeshadow glistened under the bar lighting, the way her chest rose with each breath, the way she delicately moved her attention from glass to tray.

"You could do more than just bring me my drinks." River kept his focus on the young woman.

Clarissa held her stance "River, I'm not a dancer. I'm sure one of those lovely ladies would gladly take up your attention."

River tossed his glance to the woman parading themselves around the floor, he shifted his glance up to the young red head on stage before shifting his full desirable focus on Clarissa "Oh, sweetheart. They aren't you."

Clarissa held back her blushing cheeks as she refused to shift her focus from River "I can get you Kitty."

River scoffed a little "That purring whore. I'm good."

Clarissa held back her remarks.

Jonah carefully studied Clarissa "Would you like a hand with the drinks?"

Clarissa carefully shifted her attention to Jonah; she softly shook her head "Just keep pouring." She picked up the tray, balancing it carefully in her hands.

River's gaze followed her as she carried the drink tray away from the bar. He wasn't going to let her get the best of him.

River followed behind her as she shifted her way carefully towards Stacy and his table. River sat down at the table full of dancers, Stacy surrounded in the middle as he sat happily in the middle of the booth.

River felt a woman drape her legs carefully over his, he placed his hand on her upper thigh.

Stacy watched Clarissa as she carefully leant down to place the fill glass delicately around his table, he knew the tricks. He knew the drinks for the girls were just filled with water while his and River's glasses were filled with something a little more mature.

Even with the presence of females at his table, Clarissa didn't care. She just wanted to continue her shift.

Stacy wasn't sure if he was trying to make her jealous or if he was trying to get her to get close to him. He just knew that frustration boiled beneath his surface as she lifted her gaze to the stage.

Stacy watched as Clarissa laid her tray flat against the front of her body.

Clarissa wasn't a dancer, she made it clear when she dropped her job application off, she wanted to just do bar work.

Stacy tried to push Clarissa towards the stage, but her refusal had gotten under his skin. He hated her excuse "my dad's a cop, his buddies come in here a lot."

Stacy hadn't cared to find out if her excuse was true or not until he realised the care that Sergeant Mario Burton held towards Clarissa, when Live in Heaven was inspected by a swarm of blue during one of Clarissa's early shifts.

Stacy watched as Clarissa's fingers lightly tapped on the serving tray. He watched as a smile crept across her lips; he knew that smile. He didn't even need the DJ to announce the next performer. Stacy just knew.

"The one who'll have you purring for her attention. The one who'll lick you clean." Brad encouraged the mostly male crowd.

Stacy kept his focus on Clarissa.

"Raise your claws for the one and only purr-ific. KITTY!" Brad let the club fill with cheers and whistles.

Stacy and Clarissa both knew Katy's routine like the back of their hands.

Stacy felt memorised by Clarissa, the way the stage lights flickered across her face.

Clarissa slowly tore her gaze away from the stage, she looked at Stacy. She softly smiled before shifting her attention to an empty table with empty glasses.

Stacy watched as Clarissa stepped over to the table, watched as she collected the glasses and carried them back to the bar.