Stepping inside.

I pause at the door, my heart thundering in my chest as I reach for the door. For several seconds, my eyes linger on the "+21 Only" sign.

Taking a deep breath, I reach out, pushing the door open and stepping inside. What's the worst that can happen? They'll try to kick me out for being too young? All I have to do is tell them who my dad is. I think to myself.

"Bout fucking time!" A powerfully built, well dressed man says from behind the bar. The man's tattoos, well groomed beard, and steel gray eyes make the guy look dangerous, "I'd show you around if you'd have been here an hour ago like you were supposed to, but at this point, go see the boss then suit up."

He points at a door to the right of the bar, "Boss is the door at the end of the hall," He pauses, then continues, "And because you're a cute little number, I'll give you a little free advice: When you see the boss, apologize for being late, and mean it. Then if he doesn't fire you for being late on your first day, the only things out of your mouth should be "'Yes sir', and 'thank you sir.'"

He gestures at the door again, impatiently this time, "Don't keep him waiting."

Nodding at the man for lack of a better response, I head for the door, my anxiety raising with every step.