The worst thing about my job is that, well, it's a sucky job.

I work at a bar that seems to only attract the cocky and the drunks. Every night it's the same thing. Take someone's order, act like I care, bring them drinks, and try dodging them once they get drunk. It's not something you get used to easily and can be an intense pain in the you know where.

As usual, I wait at the bar at five o'clock, my starting hour, and sit boredly on a stool in my uniform. It consists of a black pencil skirt and a white long sleeved blouse topped of with a black vest. About and hour later some people begin to arrive. People are sat around sitting with their friends and drinking while others are alone watching the re-runs on t.v.

I take the orders of a few people sitting down and hand them their drinks. It amazes me how someone can drink beer this early in the morning, but I don't know their life.

For the rest of the time, I clean up a few tables and talk with my co-worker, Brandy. Actually, her name is Brenda but she says it just doesn't fit her. She likes alcohol too so the nickname fits her.

The door opens widely and a random man comes in with tight black skinny jeans, holes on the knees, and my thoughts instantly run to the man on the steps. The man on the steps doesn't look familiar by what I can remember so there is no way to pin point an exact name.

"Brandy," I call over. A few men turn their heads in my direction at the mention of the alcohol but then turn back when they realize I wasn't calling them. Brandy laughs, it amuses her when people do that.

"Yeah?" She asks and moves her black bangs out of the way. Her olive skin looks nice with it and before I can tell her anything, some drunk calls her.

"Ay baby. Come over here!" He chuckles and Brandy rolls her eyes.

"Kiss my ass pinche puto! Come miedra!" She hollers and my eyes widen. The guy flicks his hand at her and goes back to nursing his beer.

"Brandy!" I whisper yell. "You can't just curse in Spanish at the customers." She leans against te counter and shrugs.

"Eh. There's not much people here any way and he probably doesn't even know Spanish," She senses my uneasy feeling and waves it off. "Calm down V. You already know Eric and I are like this," She twists her middle and index finger together to show how close our boss, Eric, and her are. They've been long time friends and together for a while so I calm down a bit.

It's a bit odd to me how her boss is her boyfriend but oh well.

"Keep calm and be Mexican," She laughs at her own joke and waves it off too. "Okay okay sorry. So what is it you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh yeah," I try remembering him the best to my ability and try explaining it to her. "Well, yesterday after I came from the place on 53rd street, there was this guy on the steps to the apartment building," She squeals at the mention of a guy and I give her a look. "Woah there woman, You have a boyfriend," I point out before she can get too excited.

"I know that. Eric will always be my papi chulo," I make a gagging noise when she refers to him as her papi and she slaps my shoulder. "Hey, he thinks it's cute when I call him that," She huffs and I lift my eyebrows.

"Cute my ass," I say. "Anyways," I say before she can say something back. "So the guy had this nice long curly hair and it was in this bandana sort of thing."

"Ooh. Keep talking," I shake my head at her and laugh. I start my first sentence before another one of my co-workers comes up to me.

"Hello ladies. What are you talking about?" He asks in his thick irish accent. He's been friends with us since I started working here so I'm used to him by now.

"I saw this guy yesterday and I was telling Brandy about it," He raises his eyebrow and smiles.

"A new lad yeah? Well what's he like? Are you guys going out? Are you in love? When is the wedding? Oh I call being the best man! Are those wedding bells and the crying of your future children I hear?" He cups his ear as if to hear better and I shake my head.

"No you idiot," He feigns being hurt and places his hand over his heart.

"Me an idiot? Brandy did ya' hear that? In me own pub I was called an idiot. Ah," He wipes a fake tear off his face and Brandy and I both give each other a look. He's the dramatic type, wanting to be an actor but once he realized how hard it was, settled on the next best thing, being a waiter in a bar.

Being of Irish blood, he loves beer. Not to be stereotypical but he does.  So he found this place, we met, and we all go to clubs at times. Once in a while he has to act like my boyfriend so that none of the weirdos try placing their hands on me. It's fine with us, we've known each other long enough to be like siblings.

"Aw it's going to be okay Niall. Just suck it in," He breathes in dramatically and blows all over my face, smirking.

"Payback," Some of his spit ends up on my face and I groan.

"Ew ugh you spit on me!" He shrugs and Brandy waves her hands in front of us.

"Enough of that you pansies. Now tell us more." I remember what I was originally talking about and a smile creeps its way onto my face.

"So as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," I give Niall a pointed look and he raises his hands in surrender. Brandy snickers and I continue."He has this pretty curly hair and he was wearing a bandana on it. He had this tight black skinny jeans with a few holes in the knees. A new trend or something I'm guessing; and this really worn out jacket. But he looked...nice," I smile at the end and look up at them.

"They're getting married," Brandy whispers to Niall. He nods and they go on talking about how our wedding will be like, what our kids will look like, their names. Niall suggests the name Derby and Bacon. Brandy comes up with the name Whisky, saying that she will be the kid's godmother.

"Wait I got it!' Niall's bright blue eyes shine and he looks at me."You can name a kid Mofo! I'm telling ya' V. He'll absolutely love it. No questions asked," He makes and X motion with his hands and this time I wave my hands in both of their faces.

"Hello. Yes, this is V. I'm still here. I can hear you guys talking," They look at me and smile widely. "First off, we are not ever getting married. Second that means no kids. And Niall?" I face him. "What kind of person names their kids Mofo? Or Bacon or Derby for that matter?" Brandy laughs at the names and I give her a look too, causing her to laugh more. I've known her long enough for her to know I could never really be mad at her.

Niall laughs like he usually does and faces me. "I'd name my kids those names. They're great. That means that the lucky lady who gets all this," He motions to his whole body and flicks his hair. "Will have future children named either Derby, Bacon, or Mofo."

"Umm," Brandy begins. "I don't think anybod-" Niall ignores her and thinks of something else.

"Or we could have triplets and name them that. Brilliant," He whispers to himself.

"You're weird," Brandy points out. He says 'I know' and I try to get them back on track.

"Okay guys back on track. So I didn't even talk to him or anything. I just smiled and he smiled back. And that was the end of that," I finish and they look to be thinking.

"Okay here's what you do. Next time you see him you go up to him, demand he gives you his number, and then talk for a bit," She nods at her own plan and I think about it.

"I think I may come off a bit rude. And besides, I don't even know if I'll see him again."

We watch as Eric, Brandy's boyfriend and our boss, comes up to us and he slightly nudges her waist. "Back to work guys. Celia and Ruth can't run this place on their own," He says about the two other workers here. I know them a bit but I've never bothered to get to really know them. He points to two people who need to be served and then heads off to a room where all the alcohol is.

"Get back here and love me!" Brandy yells as she runs off to Eric. Through the small space in the door, I watch as she leaps on his back and gives him kisses all over. I sigh, they have a cute relationship.

"Those two," Niall smiles and shakes his head. "Well I better get back to work. You better text me later and I want details, V. Details," He points to both his eyes and then faces it to me. Giving me the, I Have My Eye On You and I Better Get An Essay On His Face look. I wave him off and he winks then heads over to a table.

I don't know what it is, but in a way, I find the man on the steps  interesting. I feel the urge to know more about him. It's not that I'm infatuated. It's the simple fact that a random man came onto my steps and I want to know more. It is simple curiosity.

After all, he's the mystery and I'm the detective.