Moonstone - A Goddess Among Us

After a year on the run, Quinn finds herself in the small town of Beaver Falls, working as a bartender, the only skill she knows. But Beaver Falls isn’t exactly your normal small town, and Quinn is about to learn that she has stumbled onto the only place that can save her from her ex. Not only will it provide her with the protection she needs, but it also holds the key to who she really is, and the man that she is destined to be with.

Quinn’s POV

The smell of cigarettes and cheap cigars fill the air early tonight letting me know that I’m in another small town and another local shit hole bar. Just the same as the last couple small towns. This was never meant to be my fulltime job but it had served me well as I tried to put myself through college. It was my only go to as I tried to keep a low profile. Luckly my skills behind the bar spoke for themselves and I had no problem getting a job with every move I was forced to make.

The patrons were always the same. You had your group of married men that conveniently lost their wedding rings for the night. Which made no sense to me since everyone in the bar knew they were married, to the lifelong bachelors, who were still reliving their jock years of high school. Then you had your women of the town who were either desperate for love or the ones that everyone in the town had their turn with them.

It wasn’t hard figuring out right away which ones were going to be my tippers and which ones I knew barely could afford to be here. Living paycheck to paycheck I knew where to focus my attention to and I made sure I flirted to get my tips not knowing when my next move would have to be.

“This isn’t your first rodeo. You will do good here.” Tonya tells me as she picks up a tray of drinks I had just made for her to serve a larger table of men sitting in the back of the bar. Tonya was around my age and I could clearly tell she was one of those girls that got stuck in a small town because of a boy she met in high school. She stayed behind because of him only to get her heart crushed by him a couple years too late to ever get out.

“Unfortunately, I have been doing this since I was of age to serve a beer.” I tell her as I begin to wipe the counter where the tray was just sitting.

“Trust me, I get it. I have been working here since I turned eighteen.” Tonya tells me as she starts walking back to the table of men in the back of the bar and I watched her as she began to hand the drinks out to the group of men.