Broke, nearly homeless, and recently fired. Those are my recognized reasons for answering a wished ad for a skeevy-looking bartender gig.

It went downhill as soon as they asked me to do a trial shift instead of an interview-to find out if I’d mesh with their ‘particular’ clientele. I believe that part proceeded to go great. Their customers were comprehensive dickheads, and I was an asshole back. That’s the description of fitting in, right?

I likely to get trashed in my ass. Instead, they . offered me the job?

It turns out this place is not a club. It’s a guild. As well as the three cocky guys I drenched with a margarita during my trial? Yeah, they were mages. Either I’m exactly the kind of takes-no-shit bartender this guild requirements, or there’s reasonable nobody else really wants to work here.

So what’s a broke girl to accomplish? Take the work, of course-with a pay out raise.