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dualislogs2019-07-15 06:34 pm
aleifr) wrote in dualislogs2019-07-15 06:34 pm
Aleifr Becomes A Bouncer
WHO: Aleifr and YOU
WHAT: His first night working as a bouncer
WHERE: Scintillation!
WHEN: Middle of July
WARNINGS: Well, this takes place in a strip club, so ... y'know. Nudity and drinking.
Aleifr’s first trip to Scintillation had been an accident. He’d been looking for a bar, and the neon-lit ‘strip club’ sign proclaiming that there were ‘Live Nude Girls’ inside had drawn his attention -- partially because of the nudity, but more out of curiosity as to what the hell the place was, and concern as to why they needed to specify that the girls were alive.
Turns out, exactly what it said on the tin.
It was a bit strange to him, conceptually. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy seeing beautiful women without their clothes - he enjoyed that sight as much as anyone else who was attracted to women did - it’s just that what followed a woman getting naked in front of him was usually the more enjoyable part. The crowd inside the bar seemed to be having a grand time of it, but Aleifr didn't really get the appeal. The drinks were cheap, though, so he decided to stay and drink his fill -- carefully, considering how quickly the whiskey had crept up on him when he and Mira had wandered into that hole-in-the-wall pub.
He was there for a little while before one of the girls, Crystal, offered him a private dance, which he’d declined. She stuck around, though, and they wound up talking for a while. He told her about himself, she told him about herself. She was studying to become a neurologist. He didn’t know what that was, but it sounded clever. He hoped she did well at it.
He wound up coming back the next night, hoping to talk to her again, but this time the owner of the place came to speak with him. He had a job for Aleifr, he’d said. He told Aleifr that most of the crowd here were decent enough folk, but sometimes, when someone was far enough in their cups, they’d cause trouble. It didn’t happen often, but occasionally someone would start a fight or hassle one of the girls and he needed someone to deal with it when those situations did arise -- a bouncer, he’d called it. He was hoping Aleifr would do it, and was delighted when Aleifr accepted.
Why not, after all? All the normal things he did in the course of his day back on Fenris weren’t necessary in this place, and he didn’t know enough about Dualis to find alternatives to fill his time. The few things he had found cost money, and this seemed like a decent enough way to find some.
So he came back again the next night and the owner showed him the spot by the door where he was to sit. It was his job to check the little identification cards of everyone who wanted to come in, and to keep out anyone younger than eighteen -- something that confused Aleifr a good bit since nobody in the club aside from the owner looked like they could be anywhere close to eighteen great years old, but he very quickly decided that they dated things differently here.
The night was easy at first. People began to trickle in as the sun went down, with the groups becoming larger and more frequent the later it got. People sidled up to the bar for drinks, then crowded around the stage whenever the owner announced that one of the girls was about to come out and dance. They whooped for Misty, they cheered for Charlotte, and the atmosphere slowly but steadily grew more raucous as the night went on.
Eventually, though, one of the patrons went too far. With all the sense in his head drowned by liquor, when Crystal’s dance brings her near him, he reaches out and gives her ass a firm slap. She plays it off well enough, quickly spinning out of reach and back to the center of the stage, but the startled jump at the unexpected contact and the abruptness of the turn makes it clear it wasn’t appreciated or welcome.
The patron laughs and opens his mouth to spit out some jeer, but he’s interrupted when a hand clamps down on his shoulder and a deep, growling voice snarls from behind him. “You need to leave.”
“Get your fucking hands off me, asshole.” The patron snaps, continuing his pattern of very poor choices. He tries to shake the hand off his shoulder, but it’s gripped onto him like a vice. He rises to his feet, spins around … and finally realizes the trouble he’s in when he’s suddenly face-to-chest with Aleifr. Whatever insults he’d intended to hurl, whatever punches he might have intended to throw, all of it rushes out of his mind. All he does is stand there, staring dumbly at the scowling, heavily-tattooed giant in front of him until Aleifr grabs him by the collar and yanks him forward.
Aleifr leans down until they’re nearly nose-to-nose. “Fuck. Off.”
Aleifr drags the man away from the stage and sends him tumbling to the ground with a hard shove. Patrons yelp and dive out of the way, and suddenly every eye in the room is locked on him. He takes a step forward, toward the downed drunkard who can’t quite get his legs under him, and briefly looks back towards the stage. Crystal’s standing there, watching the new bouncer with wide eyes, but she picks up the unspoken question he’s asking: Are you alright?.
She responds with a small smile and a nod, and Aleifr’s attention returns to the drunk fool fumbling around on the floor. He grabs the man by the shirt and hauls him to the door, sending him out onto the street with throw that looked almost distressingly effortless considering the recipient was a full-grown man. Then, he returns to his spot by the door without another word. What else does he need to say, really?
Eventually, the usual business of the club resumes. Crystal gets the crowd’s attention again, the drinks start flowing … but nobody’s causing any more trouble that night.
WHAT: His first night working as a bouncer
WHERE: Scintillation!
WHEN: Middle of July
WARNINGS: Well, this takes place in a strip club, so ... y'know. Nudity and drinking.
Aleifr’s first trip to Scintillation had been an accident. He’d been looking for a bar, and the neon-lit ‘strip club’ sign proclaiming that there were ‘Live Nude Girls’ inside had drawn his attention -- partially because of the nudity, but more out of curiosity as to what the hell the place was, and concern as to why they needed to specify that the girls were alive.
Turns out, exactly what it said on the tin.
It was a bit strange to him, conceptually. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy seeing beautiful women without their clothes - he enjoyed that sight as much as anyone else who was attracted to women did - it’s just that what followed a woman getting naked in front of him was usually the more enjoyable part. The crowd inside the bar seemed to be having a grand time of it, but Aleifr didn't really get the appeal. The drinks were cheap, though, so he decided to stay and drink his fill -- carefully, considering how quickly the whiskey had crept up on him when he and Mira had wandered into that hole-in-the-wall pub.
He was there for a little while before one of the girls, Crystal, offered him a private dance, which he’d declined. She stuck around, though, and they wound up talking for a while. He told her about himself, she told him about herself. She was studying to become a neurologist. He didn’t know what that was, but it sounded clever. He hoped she did well at it.
He wound up coming back the next night, hoping to talk to her again, but this time the owner of the place came to speak with him. He had a job for Aleifr, he’d said. He told Aleifr that most of the crowd here were decent enough folk, but sometimes, when someone was far enough in their cups, they’d cause trouble. It didn’t happen often, but occasionally someone would start a fight or hassle one of the girls and he needed someone to deal with it when those situations did arise -- a bouncer, he’d called it. He was hoping Aleifr would do it, and was delighted when Aleifr accepted.
Why not, after all? All the normal things he did in the course of his day back on Fenris weren’t necessary in this place, and he didn’t know enough about Dualis to find alternatives to fill his time. The few things he had found cost money, and this seemed like a decent enough way to find some.
So he came back again the next night and the owner showed him the spot by the door where he was to sit. It was his job to check the little identification cards of everyone who wanted to come in, and to keep out anyone younger than eighteen -- something that confused Aleifr a good bit since nobody in the club aside from the owner looked like they could be anywhere close to eighteen great years old, but he very quickly decided that they dated things differently here.
The night was easy at first. People began to trickle in as the sun went down, with the groups becoming larger and more frequent the later it got. People sidled up to the bar for drinks, then crowded around the stage whenever the owner announced that one of the girls was about to come out and dance. They whooped for Misty, they cheered for Charlotte, and the atmosphere slowly but steadily grew more raucous as the night went on.
Eventually, though, one of the patrons went too far. With all the sense in his head drowned by liquor, when Crystal’s dance brings her near him, he reaches out and gives her ass a firm slap. She plays it off well enough, quickly spinning out of reach and back to the center of the stage, but the startled jump at the unexpected contact and the abruptness of the turn makes it clear it wasn’t appreciated or welcome.
The patron laughs and opens his mouth to spit out some jeer, but he’s interrupted when a hand clamps down on his shoulder and a deep, growling voice snarls from behind him. “You need to leave.”
“Get your fucking hands off me, asshole.” The patron snaps, continuing his pattern of very poor choices. He tries to shake the hand off his shoulder, but it’s gripped onto him like a vice. He rises to his feet, spins around … and finally realizes the trouble he’s in when he’s suddenly face-to-chest with Aleifr. Whatever insults he’d intended to hurl, whatever punches he might have intended to throw, all of it rushes out of his mind. All he does is stand there, staring dumbly at the scowling, heavily-tattooed giant in front of him until Aleifr grabs him by the collar and yanks him forward.
Aleifr leans down until they’re nearly nose-to-nose. “Fuck. Off.”
Aleifr drags the man away from the stage and sends him tumbling to the ground with a hard shove. Patrons yelp and dive out of the way, and suddenly every eye in the room is locked on him. He takes a step forward, toward the downed drunkard who can’t quite get his legs under him, and briefly looks back towards the stage. Crystal’s standing there, watching the new bouncer with wide eyes, but she picks up the unspoken question he’s asking: Are you alright?.
She responds with a small smile and a nod, and Aleifr’s attention returns to the drunk fool fumbling around on the floor. He grabs the man by the shirt and hauls him to the door, sending him out onto the street with throw that looked almost distressingly effortless considering the recipient was a full-grown man. Then, he returns to his spot by the door without another word. What else does he need to say, really?
Eventually, the usual business of the club resumes. Crystal gets the crowd’s attention again, the drinks start flowing … but nobody’s causing any more trouble that night.
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He makes it just in time for a man to hit the ground in front of him. Hank looks down. Back up. And Oh! There's Aleifr. He might as well go check inside, it's as good a place as any.
Hank lumbers in, not lingering or really checking out the dancers like one would expect of a man of his appearance and constitution. Instead he turns to the big man at the door.
"Got any good drinks here you'd recommend?" Then, he thumbs over his shoulder. "What did that guy do?"
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Aleifr sighs and returns to his seat. Now he looks at Hank.
"Don't know much about the drinks. Just had the whiskey." He nods towards the mostly-full bottle he's nursing, resting on the table beside him.
"Had a Mai Tai last night, though." He nods. "Liked that one."
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"Yeah, that's a tropical themed drink where I come from. Means that it comes from big lush hot areas that are too fucking muggy and you need cold shit to keep you from melting. Might wanna try triple sec in something. That's a uh... citrus liqueur, thing."
Hank takes a seat near to where Aleifr is, about to ask how it's going, when a waitress wearing a sheer sparkling shirt over a dark bra and about the sweetest face ill-fit for a strip club one could imagine walks up to him.
"Welcome to Scintillation. What would you like?"
"Uhhhh..... whiskey. More whiskey. Like his whiskey. That whiskey's fine." Just the most awkward way to give an order, plus pointing to the guilty drink in question.
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The waitress arrives, and Hank stiffens up. It's a curious thing to Aleifr, and if Hank's paying enough attention to him at the moment, he might pick up on the somewhat perplexed look on the larger man's face. There's no judgement there, but he wouldn't expect a man who looks to be at least fifteen great years old to be nervous around a pretty girl. The man's fathered a son, after all, stands to reason he's seen at least one woman undressed.
In any case, before she can leave, Aleifr interjects. "Just give him a glass. Got plenty here." He holds up his bottle demonstratively, sloshing it around a bit to show that it's still mostly full.
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(He still resents watching her be treated like expendable trash. Fucking asshole Kamski.)
"Yeah, thanks." He calls after her, trying to be polite.
"Seems like these girls got a good set up with you here." What with him being able to chuck people out the door like disobedient sock monkeys.
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While the waitress makes her way over to the bar to grab a glass, Aleifr holds out the bottle towards Hank.
"What brings you here, Hank, son of Ander?"
Business, he assumes. Obviously, it wasn't the show.
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"And I mean it, you're doing good work here. One of the last cases I worked? Some guy beat a girl he paid for to death." That's the only way he can describe the incident. Breaking an android and the legal technicalities are forever a pain in the ass.
"It's good that the guy in charge wanted someone to look out for 'em."
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"Suppose so." He snarls.
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And that pity's really for them.
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Fate's given him what fuckers like him deserve, then. He'd pity the man's family too, but ... well, he doesn't know they exist. Right now, for him, this asshole exists in a vacuum.
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"Do they do tips here for the waitresses, by the way?" It seems like they would, but he awkwardly indicates the girl that had been serving them. "Since I'm not buyin' anything I should at least make sure she gets some money out of it."
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Currency is a new concept for him. Gonna need some help on that one, Hank.
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He knows the whole concept comes with a shitload of trouble.
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Makes sense to him.
"Bouncers get tips?"
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"Unless this guy pulls a fast one on you and takes too much out of your paycheck."
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Judging by the flat, sarcastic edge to his voice as he glances around the bar, he views that as a generous assessment.
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"So yeah." Hank shrugs. "Danger."
Maybe not a lot of danger, but it qualifies.
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"Give the girls a tip, then." Aleifr grunts. "They're good folk. Do their jobs well, too."