Skip looked at the men whom he was addressing. There were fewer then before but they all had the same expression.
"No." One of them said, taking a swig from his glass and emptying it. "We were just leaving." He had a thick accent. Russian, no doubt. He stood up as well as the man next to him. Together they walked out, chatting away in their mother tongue.
***
Ashland rummaged through her purse. How could she have forgotten? She needed this week's paycheck to pay the rent on her apartment. If she didn't pay today, she'd lose it. She sighed and turned around, heading back the way from which she had come.
She came back to the club clutching her purse tightly. She rushed in nearly bowling a couple over. "Charley!" She shouted, going behind stage.
"Yeah?" The man looked up from the tangled pile of scarves.
"I forget to get my money." She said, breathing heavily.
"Oh. Me too. Hold on." Charley dug into his pocket and pulled out bag. Inside were the checks for all the girls.
He handed her one. One hundred and fifty dollars for two weeks. Ashland's heart dropped. "That's it?" She was about to start crying.
"We didn't have enough people come in this time around. I'm sorry Ash. I would give you more, but then I'd be fired." Charley looked sincerely apologetic. "I can't pay my ret with this. Char, They're going to evict me." Warm tears finally broke through and streamed down her cheek.
Charley looked at her and sighed. "I really am sorry, Ash."
"It's fine." Ashland sniffled and left him behind stage.
Out in the bar area, she saw Rich sitting at the counter, glass of whiskey in hand. She came to sit in the empty seat next to him. He looked at her. "I thought you went home."
"I did. But I realized I forgot to pick up my pay." She sniffled again.
"You talk to Charley?"
"Yeah. It;s not enough, Rich. If I don't have three-twenty-five by eleven tonight, I'm going to lose my apartment." Another tear streaked down her cheek.
"I can give you an extra fifty, but that's it." Rich reached into his pocket and pulled the last bill out. "I just payed my own rent." He eyed someone in the distance.
"Thanks. You're too good, Rich." Ashland took the bill from him. It still wasn't enough, but it was better.
"I wish I could pay you girls better. You work so hard." He shook his head.
A man came to stand behind Ashland. "I'm heading out, Rich. thanks for the drink."
"Not a problem, Skip." He looked at Ashland. "Oh, before you leave. This is the girl." He motioned to Ashland who stood up.
"Ashland Reynolds." She smiled, swallowing her worry to put on a fake air of happiness. She held a hand out to Skip.
"Skip Morris." Skip smiled back and shook her hand. "Can I get you a drink, Miss Reynolds?"
"No thanks. I was about to head home." She put her hat on her head and smiled again.
"Alone?"
"Yep. I came here alone." She looked at the clock in the distance. She was running quickly out of time.
"Allow me to walk you home." Skip held an arm out for her to take. She thought about it for a moment. She shot a glance at Rich, looking for approval. He shrugged. Ashland took Skip's arm and let him lead her to the door.
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Hello fellow Guild members. I'm Zmerr. I love to roleplay. I am very loyal to my roleplays and will honestly let you know when or if I have lost interest. In return, I trust that anyone I may be playing with does the same. I play a wide range of settings with the exception of most supernatural themes. I am almost always willing to try new things and love originality. I'm easy-going and I'm not particularly picky about grammar, though I take pride in my own. I can post anywhere from one sentence to ten paragraphs depending on the situation, though I try to keep it in a range of two to five paragraphs.
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I might consider YYH myself.
Partisan said
Yes, I mean I wanna know that as well haha.
Grigoriy works for Dimitri.
"Do you mean Ash, sir?" Charley asked Rich. Skip was growing impatient. He didn't care about some girl. He just wanted his rent money.
"Whatever her name is. The brunette one." Rich shooed Charley away to go get the girl.
"She went home twenty minutes ago." Charley said, apologetically.
"Forget it, Rich." Skip said, movement at the other end of the bar catching his attention. He looked back at Rich. "Just give me the money."
"Jesus, Skip." Rich sounded a little shocked. "I know you only ever cared about money but you're usually nice about it. Fine." Rich dug into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. two hundred bucks bound together by a piece of jute string.
Skip took the money and counted it twice. Two hundred each time. "Just remember. This is a club. Not a whore house. If you start making money off of prostitution, you owe me fifteen percent of the profit. Got it?" Skip gave Rich a stern look as he stood up.
"Sure thing, Skip." Rich stood up.
They shook hand and then Skip finished his whiskey. He shot a glance at the men at the other end of the bar. They were looking at him but then averted their eyes. The bartender looked irritated. If he got to upset, he could lash out and that would be bad business. Skip made his way over to the men and took and empty seat.
"Is there a problem over here, gentlemen?" He put his empty glass on the counter for a refill.
"Whatever her name is. The brunette one." Rich shooed Charley away to go get the girl.
"She went home twenty minutes ago." Charley said, apologetically.
"Forget it, Rich." Skip said, movement at the other end of the bar catching his attention. He looked back at Rich. "Just give me the money."
"Jesus, Skip." Rich sounded a little shocked. "I know you only ever cared about money but you're usually nice about it. Fine." Rich dug into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. two hundred bucks bound together by a piece of jute string.
Skip took the money and counted it twice. Two hundred each time. "Just remember. This is a club. Not a whore house. If you start making money off of prostitution, you owe me fifteen percent of the profit. Got it?" Skip gave Rich a stern look as he stood up.
"Sure thing, Skip." Rich stood up.
They shook hand and then Skip finished his whiskey. He shot a glance at the men at the other end of the bar. They were looking at him but then averted their eyes. The bartender looked irritated. If he got to upset, he could lash out and that would be bad business. Skip made his way over to the men and took and empty seat.
"Is there a problem over here, gentlemen?" He put his empty glass on the counter for a refill.
Adalina separated herself from the others. She felt somewhat uncomfortable. She didn't know anyone. She didn't know anything. She found a quiet place and sat down, leaning against the wall. She looked down at her hands. She flexed her fingers and then let them change a little. They melded together and formed points. She played with their hardness, trying to decipher how strong she could make them. She examined them a little and then returned them to normal. Could she only do this with her hands? Her body was made of the same materials through and through, was it not?
Now was not the time to examine this. She was afraid that if anyone saw her, she might be punished. She quickly looked up and scoped the area around her to be sure no had seen her. She didn't want to deprive anyone of dinner too. Including herself.
Now was not the time to examine this. She was afraid that if anyone saw her, she might be punished. She quickly looked up and scoped the area around her to be sure no had seen her. She didn't want to deprive anyone of dinner too. Including herself.
Lol I have my fair share of plans.
Skip pulled the ring of keys from his pocket and selected the one that would lock the office door. With his other hand, he wiped the irritated sweat from his forehead. He really didn't feel like going home. He had already had his fair share of stress for the day. As he walked out into the early fall night, he thought about returning home to his family. He shook his head to clear it when the only thing he could see was the red face of his angry wife. She was never happy with him. Seventy-five percent of the time she was drunk. The other twenty-five percent she was hung over.
He passed a blinking sign. RESTAURANT AND ENTERTAINMENT it read in flashing bulbs. There was a faint light where the sign must have also alcohol. Skip stopped and looked at the sign for a few moments. A couple came out of the building. The man had a girl at least half his age hooked on his arm. He walked along with her staggering beside him, giggling and talking loudly. Saturated in alcohol, no doubt.
"Heyy there, paaaal." She slurred and giggled when she saw Skip. "Whachya doin'?"
"That's enough, Alice, dear." The man said, tugging on her arm. "Leave the gentleman alone."
"Oooh, but he looks so looonely." She tried to pull free from the man's grip. He didn't let her go.
"He's fine. Let's go home." He gave Skip an apologetic smile. "C'mon." He pulled her away and she finally gave in.
Skip nodded to the couple and watched them walk away. He turned his attention back to the club. He looked at it a moment more before deciding he'd step inside for a while. He walked in and took a seat at the bar. The bartender leaned on the counter.
"What'll it be?" He asked.
"Just water is fine." Skip took his hat off and set in front of him.
"Water?" The bartender gave him a funny look. "You look like you could use something stronger."
"I said water, thank you." Skip folded his hands on the counter. "I don't drink much." He gave the bartender a warning smile.
"Whatever you want." He said slightly confused. He turned around and then back. placing a glass on the counter, he said, "One water. Water is free."
Skip took a sip from the glass and looked at his pocket watch. Half past eight. He put the watch back in his pocket and turned the glass in his hands. A hand slapped him on the back.
"Water, eh? Too stingy for the real stuff?" A man chuckled and sat down.
"I would hardly call it that." Skip held his hand out for the man to shake. "You're late, Rich."
"I know. But I'm here, ain't I?" The man chuckled again.
"Sure. Where's my rent?" Skip didn't find it the least bit funny.
"Hey! Relax! We're at a club." Rich said. "There's booze and pretty girls. Take some time off. Life ain't just about money and business. Get this man a whiskey. On me." He waved at the bartender. Skip didn't bother refusing. It would be bad taste to turn down such an offer. "And Charley! Go get that new girl!" He turned back to Skip. "Man, you are going to love this girl."
"This isn't a whore house." Skip took the whiskey from the bartender.
"I know. She's a cutie though."
He passed a blinking sign. RESTAURANT AND ENTERTAINMENT it read in flashing bulbs. There was a faint light where the sign must have also alcohol. Skip stopped and looked at the sign for a few moments. A couple came out of the building. The man had a girl at least half his age hooked on his arm. He walked along with her staggering beside him, giggling and talking loudly. Saturated in alcohol, no doubt.
"Heyy there, paaaal." She slurred and giggled when she saw Skip. "Whachya doin'?"
"That's enough, Alice, dear." The man said, tugging on her arm. "Leave the gentleman alone."
"Oooh, but he looks so looonely." She tried to pull free from the man's grip. He didn't let her go.
"He's fine. Let's go home." He gave Skip an apologetic smile. "C'mon." He pulled her away and she finally gave in.
Skip nodded to the couple and watched them walk away. He turned his attention back to the club. He looked at it a moment more before deciding he'd step inside for a while. He walked in and took a seat at the bar. The bartender leaned on the counter.
"What'll it be?" He asked.
"Just water is fine." Skip took his hat off and set in front of him.
"Water?" The bartender gave him a funny look. "You look like you could use something stronger."
"I said water, thank you." Skip folded his hands on the counter. "I don't drink much." He gave the bartender a warning smile.
"Whatever you want." He said slightly confused. He turned around and then back. placing a glass on the counter, he said, "One water. Water is free."
Skip took a sip from the glass and looked at his pocket watch. Half past eight. He put the watch back in his pocket and turned the glass in his hands. A hand slapped him on the back.
"Water, eh? Too stingy for the real stuff?" A man chuckled and sat down.
"I would hardly call it that." Skip held his hand out for the man to shake. "You're late, Rich."
"I know. But I'm here, ain't I?" The man chuckled again.
"Sure. Where's my rent?" Skip didn't find it the least bit funny.
"Hey! Relax! We're at a club." Rich said. "There's booze and pretty girls. Take some time off. Life ain't just about money and business. Get this man a whiskey. On me." He waved at the bartender. Skip didn't bother refusing. It would be bad taste to turn down such an offer. "And Charley! Go get that new girl!" He turned back to Skip. "Man, you are going to love this girl."
"This isn't a whore house." Skip took the whiskey from the bartender.
"I know. She's a cutie though."
Lol four posts in and we already have a death xD
"Hey you, Ash. Lend me a hand, will ya?" Charley shouted from across the room. Ashland looked at him questioningly. "I need some help with this here box of props. I swear. Some of these ladies don't know how to clean up after themselves." He shook his head. Ashland moved to help him place the tattered costumes and various other parts into the chest. "It's disgusting. We're running low on money and they think they can treat these like shit. They should be treating it like fucking gold because they ain't gonna be seein' new stuff for a loooooooong time."
"Give 'em a break, Char. They're drunk most of the time." Ashland said only half meaning it.
"All the more reason." He muttered almost too quiet to hear. Ashland rolled her eyes. She and Charley had been friends since childhood. It was because of him she landed this job. Even so, she knew he was a bit stiff sometimes.
"Relax, Charley. We'll be fine. I swear." She wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
"Easy for you to say. You're not handling the money around here."
"Well nor are you, so quit fussing." She shoved him and stood up. "Even so, it isn't our problem. Let the higher ups deal with it." She walked away, waving over her shoulder at Charley. "See ya tomorrow, Pal."
"Give 'em a break, Char. They're drunk most of the time." Ashland said only half meaning it.
"All the more reason." He muttered almost too quiet to hear. Ashland rolled her eyes. She and Charley had been friends since childhood. It was because of him she landed this job. Even so, she knew he was a bit stiff sometimes.
"Relax, Charley. We'll be fine. I swear." She wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
"Easy for you to say. You're not handling the money around here."
"Well nor are you, so quit fussing." She shoved him and stood up. "Even so, it isn't our problem. Let the higher ups deal with it." She walked away, waving over her shoulder at Charley. "See ya tomorrow, Pal."
Partisan said
What about me? Only information I need, really.
She wanted to know who she was working for.
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