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    it was always amusing when bars were honest in their name. such was the case with the hole in the wall. the hole wasn't a place you take a date, or a child. it was a place for cheap booze and sleazy one night stands. you weren't have a good day, or life, really, if you came to the hole.
    for many people, though, it was a place they looked forward to going to. not because of the bar itself, which was falling apart, nor the alcohol that tasted like sewage. it was the bartender.
    elliot arryn was a pretty girl, that was for sure. hardly eighteen, she wasn't old enough to work there, but the girl was impossible to refuse. people liked her, and often enough, people listened to her. there was something about that pearly smile that charmed anybody. she was easy to talk to - and easy on the eyes.
    tall and thin, she had legs that seemingly went all the way up. the dress she wore was fingertip length, tight enough to leave little to the imagination. the neckline was a deep v, the sleeves going all the way down to her wrist. a white apron was tied around her hips. her legs were covered with a thin, nearly see-though layer of black stockings, her boots having a two inch heels that made her five ten become six feet even. she had a youthful face, though not a child-like one, with cheeks dappled in freckles, wide, doe shaped hazel eyes, and a small button nose.
    it was just past midnight when ellie stood behind the counter, scrubbing at a stain that would never come out with a look of determination. a handful of men eyed her bent over figure, but nobody dared approach her. she was a sweetheart when she wanted to be, but there were some men who claim they could still feel her handprint on her cheek from not taking a hint.