Arty watched with a raised brow as the young lady reached back into the bag she had pulled the brack, which the bouncer was still having trouble keeping his eyes off of, and emerged with what he could only describe as a piece of a chocolate cake. Arty should of guessed that it was more food, now that he could think about it he could practically smell the sweet aroma wafting from the bag, or maybe it was the girl himself? Either way one of the first thought that came to the redhead was the [i][u]absolutely no food[/u][/i] policy that Beauregard had set up, his very next thought was how big of a jackass his boss was. So with a slight smirk Arty silently decided to [i]forget[/i] that policy, at least for now. He was just about to stand aside to allow the dark haired girl through when she took it upon herself to raise up and offer him the chocolate chunk she had just fished out of her bag, even prompting him to open his mouth in acceptance. [color=00a651][b]"Wait what-"[/b][/color] But it was too late, the baked good touting girl had already slipped the piece of chocolate into Arty's maw. The bouncer had to say, this was pretty mind blowing chocolate. Though his opinion may have been made biased do to his current state of hunger, it took a surprising amount of willpower on his part to keep from asking for another piece. But the towering Irishman was pulled out of his sweet filled thoughts when the raven haired woman proceeded to plant a kiss on his cheek, rousing quite the shade of red to spread across Arty's cheeks. This blush only grew darker as she then gave Arty's backside a quick swatting only for her to disappear into the club after bidding him a quick farewell, leaving the now quite red bouncer rather dumbfounded.

It took a few minutes for the heat to escape from Arty's face. Though he had been doing this job for years now and he had found that many a woman, and the occasional man, would attempt to put the moves on him while trying to get into LUSH Arty could never quite get used to it, it always left him rather embarrassed. Then again the poor sod could never really handle situations where he was obviously being flirted with, well he couldn't handle the sober anyways. Luckily for him the night went on things didn't seem to get as heated. Though he did have a helmeted courier show up, he had handled deliveries for LUSH but the way that this one rudely slapped both a twenty and the delivery receipt on his chest left the rather sour taste in his mouth. With a sigh and a shake of his head Arty just reassured himself he didn't have too much longer until his shift ended.