-- Little authors note: I'm terribly sorry that the end of the last chapter seemed really rushed, it was for two reasons- One: Because I was exhausted and could barely think. Second, Because (Slight spoiler) it gives more wiggle room for a book to come in the next part of this series. 

Overall Seventeen wasn't the best chapter I've ever written. in fact, its probably my least favourite but I'm not going to re-write it unless by chance I ever get published.

Also, this is gonna be a mini-chapter to make up for how bad the last chapter was.

Sincerely Author Sam <3

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A few years had passed, Sam continued working at the Bar. "Sam... Why are you still here?" Jack asked tiredly one early morning as he looked at the black-haired girl who was cleaning the cups. "Ha! Do you think you can get rid of me that easily? You wish!!! FIRE ME AS MUCH AS YOU WANT!!! YOU WILL NEVER GET RID OF MEE!!" Sam laughed maniacally as she cleaned the cups.  "God how I've tried..." Jack grumbled as he tiredly walked into the kitchen to make coffee. "Aw come on Jack.  With her pretty face and nice body she makes lots of tips." Anna smirked with her arms crossed as she leaned against the counter. Jack grabbed his cup and poured coffee in it. "Yes, and what she makes in tips she looses in every glass she breaks," Jack said as he sipped his coffee, he didn't flinch when he heard a glass shatter from the front. "Sorry!" Sam called out, Anna giggled slightly. "So she doesn't quite understand how fragile things work, so what?" Anna said as she tried to defend Sam. "Are you forgetting what happened about a month ago...?" Jack asked monotoned.

The memory of Sam breaking Pool cues and glasses over people heads after starting a bar fight flooded back to Anna, She laughed a little at the thought and shrugged to Jack. "So she's a little wild, She isn't hurting anything by helping we just won't let her work nights anymore," Anna said amusingly. Jack almost choked on his coffee, "Isn't hurting anything! I lose more money in a month from everything she breaks then she makes in a year!!" Jack exclaimed while Anna snickered, "Then fire her." She scoffed. "I've tried but she keeps coming back!! Like a rash! Or a stray dog!!!" Jack exclaimed. "Hey, where's the dustpan- Why are you drinking that Jack?" Sam asked Jack as she walked into the kitchen, Anna went to fetch the dustpan. "Because it's coffee, you made it this morning," Jack said with a raised eye.

Sam laughed a little, "That's not coffee!" She chirped out, Jack spits out what liquid was in his mouth, "Then what is it?!" Jack said in slight fear. "Well it doesn't really have a name, I call it Sam's creamy-flaming-coco thought. Since no matter how cold it gets it still tastes new and fresh and hot." Sam smiled, Jack looked down at the mixture in his cup. "Ah I see, and the cream part is because it's thick," Jack said. Sam snickered, "Yeah- That's not why its called 'creamy" Sam said, Jack dropped the cup as he felt a war happening in his gut, he quickly ran off to the bathroom. Sam laughed "Its still a work in progress." She said. Anna walked back in with the broom and sighed, "I'll get the mop." She huffed as she went back into the closet and grabbed the mop. Sam laughed a little.

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