"Did you hear me you bitch?"

"Ya, and I said wait one fucking minute!" I snapped back. I had fallen so far in the last year and a half. If there was anyone else in the bar, I would have made him wait as long as possible, but the pudgy regular was all we had. It was barely even 3 in the afternoon and he was already drunk. I was sure by 9 I would be calling his wife again who would have some colourful words for me before telling me to put him in a cab.

I sighed as I opened yet another beer and brought it down to him. "Bruce, you ever think about just going home or leaving your wife?" I had never seen two people who had hated each other so much. A year ago, I never would have said any of this, but then again a year ago I didn't even know what a car was.

Bruce scoffed and shook his head as he scratched his beer. "Where would I get my money to come visit you with then?" He asked with a grin. I almost liked his scowl better, then I didn't have to see his yellow, rotten teeth. I swear I knew orges more attractive than him.

"Get a job," I said before taking a few steps away from him in hopes of getting things ready for the rush which would start in about 2 hours.

Bruce laughed, a deep belly laugh, "See, that's why I like you. You know how to joke! Why would I work when I get money for free instead?"

I groaned and shook my head; were there no honourable people here? If there was, I hadn't met any. Thankfully, I didn't have to think of a reply because the door opened and let in a refreshing ray of sunshine. The door closed and my eye readjusted to the darkness, a figure walking in.

There was something off about the stranger, something which made me uncomfortable. His hands were shoved deep into his jacket pocket and his head was on a swivel. "What can I get you?" I asked, doing my best to force a smile.

"Money."

I blinked, a little taken back. "Pardon me?" I asked, assuming I had heard him wrong.

His hand slowly come out of his pocket holding a strange piece of metal. "Oh shit!" I heard Bruce curse as he nearly fell off his bar stool to hide around the corner of the bar.

"You heard me, empty the register, put it in here." He said tossing a bag at me.

I caught the bag and continued to frown. There had to be something I was missing here because I had seen rocks more intimidating than the bent piece of metal. His hand shook more as I stared at him, "Now!" He shouted and I blinked a bit. "A-And don't try no funny business or else I'll put a hole in you."

Sighing, I took a step closer to the counter and put the bag down. "Kid, let me give you some advice." I started off saying as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Kid?" He shook his head. "Shut up and give me the money you bitch!"

Maybe I didn't look older than the balding man, but being immortal did have its benefits. "Do not speak to me that way and I am giving you nothing. I just got this job and I am not looking to try to find a new one."

"Just give it to him, Liv!"

"Be quiet Bruce," I spoke as the man spun to point the weapon at Bruce and he hid behind the counter again. If I knew better, I would be worried. "Now, kid, do yourself a favour and just leave before you get hurt."

The weapon was pointed back at me and his trembling hand became worse. "I ain't the one who is going to be hurt. Last chance, give me the money."

"No-" I didn't get out another word before a deafening sound went off and smoke came out the end of the weapon. I gasped, stumbling back as I felt the weight of a bolder on my chest. The wall stopped me from moving and I looked down to see a black ring burn through the tank top and a small piece of metal, pressed against my sternum.

I coughed and the stranger's eyes widened. "W-Why aren't you dead?" He protested as I reached between my cleavage and peel the hot metal off my chest. There was a circle of blood, but other than that I was unharmed. "Diablo!" He cursed before turning and sprinting out the door.

Bruce slowly poked his head above the counter and I could see he too was trembling. "Wh-What are you Liv?" He stuttered, obviously terrified.

I sighed and groaned as I walked out from behind the bar and glanced to Bruce. "Honey, can you do me a favour and tell me what that was?" I asked as I painfully rubbed my chest as I coughed. I was a bit winded and I would be sore for a few days, but I wasn't close to being dead.

His eyes went wide and his face paled, "A g-gun." He mumbled before pulling out his phone. "I'll call the cops..."

That was my cue. I shook my head as absentmindedly rubbed my chest, "Be good to your wife, Bruce." I said softly as I headed for the door.

"Liv? Liv? Where are you going?" He shouted as I walked out the front door.