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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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"Perhaps you should take the chance at it someday. Get a group of good warriors to go after with it. Personally I wouldn't take a ruby dragon alone."
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That's a new one for Aleifr, and he's having trouble imagining it. Is it simply red? Is it made of rubies? Does it horde them?
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"Yes. Massive, crimson red, with wings. And smart. Which is of course the worst part."
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How smart? He's known dragons to have an animal sort of cunning, but ...
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He's only got one Ruby to his name. A few blues, but only one Ruby. Which was weird, his weapon was sort of suited to dragon slaying.
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"Sounds like ours, then. Though the drakes are smarter than the sea dragons. Sea dragons are just bigger and meaner."
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"No one tends to let them live long enough near populated areas to really study," Nida admits with a shrug. "The things are impressive and terrible."
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Aleifr shrugs. The rest of the tale is up to the skjalds.
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"You wouldn't be wrong."
Still, there are things to be done, right? He smirks as he stands straighter. "I'll have to send Squall by sometime. He can tell you a lot about fighting dragons."