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The Blue Moon Club (Main Area, First Floor)

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“Very good partners.” He agreed, as he looked around the floor. It was quite bustling for its age. “The group of you did a very good job here, I must admit. It won’t be long before you have a lot of visitors nightly.” He took another small drink, the smile never leaving his face. He leaned slightly over the table of the booth, looking at her, before looking around once more.

“What do I think of the place? Well… It’s well worked with, and a little homely, but that is what loosens wallets. Care to give me a tour?”
 
She smiled and nodded. "Certainly. Do you have the card I sent you?" she asked leaning toward him just a bit. His compliments filled her with confidence and pride in her establishment. He'd probably seen all there was to offer downstairs. He was probably more interested in the rest of the place.
 
He smiled as his hand slid into his pocket, pulling out the V.I.P. card she had sent him. “I would never be foolish enough to not bring this with me everywhere.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s practically a ticket to seeing your pretty face on a regular basis. But, I believe it is you leading the way this time, is it not?” He smiled as he stood.
 
She smiled at him and his compliments. He had always been charming, and she couldn't deny that it was wonderful to see him again. She took the card from him and smiled, kissing his cheek. "You're always welcome to come and see me, Rylai." With that she stood up and led him toward the elevator, sliding the card in the slot as he entered and hitting the button for the lounge. "I am in charge, aren't I?" she said with a chuckle.
 
“Always welcome? You should be careful, or else I’ll take you up on that offer.” He chuckled, kissing her on the cheek in return as he let her take the card, standing and following her to the elevator. He watched as she slid it along the reader, and he walked into the elevator, a hand rising up and running a finger along her throat and up to her chin before moving away. “Indeed, you are in charge.” He said with another chuckle. “You always had that air about you.”
 
She smiled as he kissed her cheek and shivered as his finger ran from the bottom of her throat to the tip of her chin. She looked up at him as the doors to the elevators closed and kissed him softly. "And I have always liked that you recognized that," she said with a grin.

((Continued here))
 
A tall lumbering man came through the front door of the brothel; he'd seen an ad for a security position and decided to apply for it. He was here for his final interview; his previous interviewers were a but off-put by how freakishly tall he was. Standing over seven and a half-feet tall, he knew why they kind of backed off around him, but he felt it unfair. It wasn't his fault, he was born this way. He just wanted to get a job so that he could meet people and talk to them, as if he were normal. His whole life he felt out of place, and it wasn't just his height and musculature that made him feel that way. There was something more, something rooted in his past, but for the life of him he didn't know what it was. He didn't even know his true name, having accepted the label 'Tank' after people commented about his unnaturally-large build. A black T-shirt stretched across his broad, well-muscled chest and military fatigues hid his powerful legs.

His heavy boots, constructed of fine polished leather, made fairly loud thuds on the ground; he'd been told that his duties, should he be accepted, would sometimes lie outside of simply being a watchdog. He was to work under a Mr. Dell O'Brien, who would place him where he thought he was needed. He was also told that he would sometimes run odd-jobs for the owners at their own request. He didn't mind; he just wanted to feel useful, as his life had been fairly empty up to this point. As he walked further and further into the brothel, he quickly realized that he had forgotten where to go. "Hello? I'm looking for a Mr. O'Brien, can someone help me?" his deep voice boomed out; he hated the way he talked and sounded. It always scared people into thinking he was going to assault them. He wasn't a violent person, and he had never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it.
 
Lori heard the man first, and then saw him. What a man he was. He was easily two feet taller than her and she was in heels, so that was impressive. Dell was currently missing, so she figured she could take this person on. From the looks of him, he was an applicant for a bouncer or something of that sort. She smiled and left her drink at the bar, walking toward the man. "Excuse me? Dell's a bit busy right now, but I'm the assistant manager here. Can I help you with something?" she asked.
 
Tank looked down to see a woman approach him and ask what he needed help with; his golden eyes glinted in the ambient light, the three concentric cobalt rings somewhat hidden by the blue glow of the fluorescent lighting. His body language spoke of someone who was haunted yet having no idea what it was that haunted them, like he didn't know what he was meant to live for. At first he wasn't really sure what to say to the raven-haired woman before him; he was a bit surprised she even approached him at all. "Y...you spoke to me. You aren't afraid?" he then said; it was clear that he'd been alone for some time and expected everyone he met to just run in fear.

He then added in a somewhat direct, monotonous voice "I was informed by Mr. O'Brien to arrive here for a final interview. He still wasn't entirely sure where to put me, but he told me if I was allowed to work here, that my main role would be security to be directed to any part of the club that needed it. He also said I was to serve as an odd-jobs man for any of the senior staff; so if there's anything that needs doing, I'll take care of it." He wanted to be useful, somehow, to anyone in any way. He just wanted a purpose; he'd grown tired of wandering the streets, feeling the crushing loneliness as people ran from him with just a single glance.
 
"Should I be afraid?" she asked, her eyes a little wide in surprise that he seemed to think she would be. It wasn't like he'd come in wielding an axe. And he was actually an attractive man now that she was looking up at him. "Ah, I can see why Dell would think you're good for the security team," she said with a smile. "I don't know of anyone who'd wanna mess with you. Well, I have no idea where he is, but I do have the authority to go over his head, so why don't I take care of your interview. What's your name?" she asked, tilting her head.
 
"Well, no.....but.....it's just that everyone I meet.....Never mind, it's not important" he replied, fidgeting a little; he was actually quite surprised that this woman wanted to stay near him. When she offered to finish his interview, he nodded and replied, "Alright, if you say so." He then answered her question, "I don't remember what my real name is, but I always hear people saying that I'm built like a tank, so that's the label I've come to accept......Tank." He then flushed a little and asked, "May I ask you yours, ma'am?"
 
The raven-haired beauty cracked a smile at him. Poor guy. He probably intimidated everyone he met. She held out her hand to him in an offer of friendship, smiling brightly. "My name is Lori. Let's go sit somewhere. How about a booth?" she asked, gesturing to one of the larger ones that would suit their needs.
 
Tank's surprise seemed to keep growing; he actually flinched a little when she stuck her hand out, but then grasped it carefully and shook it as gently as he could. His other jobs had shown him just how strong he could be, and he didn't want to hurt anyone that didn't deserve it, especially not one of the few people who seemed to not mind giving him the time or day. "Nice to meet you, Lori." When she suggested sitting in a booth, he looked towards and saw that he would be moderately comfortable. "That sounds good. Thank you" he then replied.

Tank then followed her over and took a seat in the plushy cushion. It sank considerably under his bulk; he was still a bit cramped but it wasn't unbearable. He didn't utter a single other word about it; he didn't want to be a bother over something so trivial. He then just sat there and waited patiently for Lori to begin the interview.
 
Lori frowned and made a note that they would have to make some special preparations for him. If he was going to be working here, he deserved some things for himself--at the very least a place to sit. "Well then, Tank. It's nice to meet you. I'll assume you've had other experience in this line of work. Tell me about it please," she said, sitting and crossing her legs, keeping an eye on the club as well.
 
Tank nodded as Lori asked him about his previous work experience, "Yes, I've held a job with this sort of thing before. Some went well, others.......not so much." There was one he was particularly ashamed of, one that he hoped he would never have to experience again. He didn't really want to have to talk about it, but somehow knew he would have to. But he would hold that off towards the end.

"My first job was with an armored transport company. Secure Transport Solutions was the name. I rode shotgun on a lot of deliveries, helping to ensure whatever it was we were transporting arrived safely. A lot more action in that job than I was led to believe. The company went under, so they let me go." He left out his other role as an on-hand tow truck for the company; if there were any transport vehicles that got damaged for any reason, he had to go out and literally pick them up and take them to the STS depot for repairs.

"My second job was as a personal bodyguard for some A-list celebrity; sad part is, I can't even remember what her name was." Video of him with said celebrity, however, was quite popular on the web and was all over television for some time. But he most likely wouldn't be recognized because he was in a suit and dark sunglasses; it was her request for a 'movie-like experience'. Tank then continued, "I was let go after that because she complained to her father that I was taking all the attention away from her. So, no harm done, I suppose."

"My third job, I applied to become a police officer; they took one look at me, however, and said that SWAT would be a much better choice. They put me through their training regiment and before I knew it, I was on the front lines. But, about two years into my service, things.......went awry" He then paused, turning his head away from Lori with a look of shame and regret on his face; this was the life event that made him ashamed to even be alive. But, it was better that she know the truth; if she didn't want to hire him after this, he'd understand.

His body shook slightly as he explained, "We were called to respond to an armed robbery that had turned into a hostage situation; for hours there was a stand-off as they tried to negotiate with them, but they wouldn't listen." He then paused again and took a deep breath before continuing, "I don't remember a lot of what happened next; all I remember was getting shot in the chest and blacking out, only to awaken inside the building where the hostages were being held. I remember their faces, all of them staring at me as if I was some kind of freak, some kind of monster. When I was fully aware, I looked around and could see why they looked at me the way they did. It looked like someone drove a truck through the side of the building itself, and the interior was completely demolished; even though none of the hostages were hurt or killed, I was dishonorably discharged for excessive force and reckless endangerment. I don't even know why I did what I did; the other SWAT members said I just went berserk after a sniper shot me, and even as the hostage-takers were firing at me, I just kept going." He then just stopped talking, his body shaking and him looking like he was about to just break down; he obviously felt guilty about what happened, even if he had no control over it.
 
Lori frowned, seeing a long chain of circumstances leading to a pattern. It seemed as though his size was definitely something that had hindered him in the past. She shook her head and sighed softly. "Well, you've certainly got experience, then," she said, leaning back. "Well the good news is, here, we don't expect you'll have to use any excessive force." She smiled. "In fact, the most I imagine you having to do is to throw people out when they get too rowdy. And on the upside, guns aren't allowed in here, so you'll get to disarm people before they come in. And if that wasn't a sweet deal for you, no vehicles," she teased, smiling.

"I don't foresee your unfortunate SWAT experience coming in to play. If it does, we'll look into getting some help for you. If we do hire you, we're gonna need some stronger furniture, but I think it'll be worth it," she said with a smile. "All you have to do is watch out for us in here, Tank. We'll watch out for you," she said with a smile. "Think you can handle that?"
 
Tank nodded as Lori told him that he wouldn't need to be too horribly violent here; that was good. He hated causing pain, it made him just feel so much worse. Even if he only got truly mad if someone openly attacked him or someone he'd come to care about, which wasn't too hard given his lonely and shy nature, he knew how strong he was and wished there was a way to limit it. But, as long as he was careful and deliberate with his movements - something which he'd developed to the point that it was second nature - then he wouldn't have to worry about it.

When she asked if he could handle watching out for them, he simply replied, "Of course, Lori." The whole time, however, not one hint of a smile crossed his face; despite the fact that he was elated at finally having a purpose, his face would not show it. He then spoke again, "Umm, Lori, I'm sorry if this is a bother, but Dell also said I was also to be an odd-jobs man for the senior staff. Would you happen to know what that might include?"
 
She tilted her head and though over his question, not really sure what to say to that. "Well it might be as simple as helping with restocking supplies or delivering messages for us. It might also be just acting as a manager of sorts when we really need someone down here. It really just depends on what the needs of the moment happen to be, but I don't expect anything particularly difficult." She shrugged and tilted her head. "And of course, there's always the option of taking on extra work as an escort here, but that's up to you entirely, and if anyone pressures you into it, you have my permission to hit them." She smiled.

"Now then, will you be renting a room to live in here? Or will you live off-site?" she asked, leaning toward him a bit with interest.
 
Tank nodded in understanding as Lori explained the odd-jobs man portion of his employment; he should have known there was no set criteria for it, and now he felt just plain silly for asking in the first place. "That seems manageable" he then said. His curiosity was peaked at the thought as an escort; what woman would want him? Plus, he didn't really know how to be like that with anyone; every woman he'd gotten close to eventually pushed him just because of what he was, a giant. Tank nodded again when Lori said he had permission to hit people who tried to force him into being an escort; he would not hit people naturally. It would bring more trouble than Lori realized; while he had no problem controlling his immense strength for picking things up, shaking hands, and things like that, a punch was much harder for him to control and would likely kill or gravely injure anyone it landed on.

Tank paused when she asked him if he would be living on or off-site; he didn't know that option was even available. Living here would have immense benefits, but he didn't know if he should. He was scared of whatever happened at the hostage situation happening again; he didn't want innocent bystanders hurt because he couldn't control himself. Even with the medication he was taking - which he hated because it wracked his massive form with immeasurable pain - he still worried that he would just snap. Plus, he didn't know if the room furniture would accommodate someone of his stature. "I....I don't know.....Living here would be nice....." he said timidly, wringing his hands a bit.
 
"But you're worried, right?" She smiled and shook her head. "Well it's not furnished apartments that we offer, so finding that stuff is on you, and if you live here we'll give you a little allowance for that kind of stuff. You'll have your own utilities tab and so on. You certainly don't have to live here if you don't want to, but I don't want you to worry about living here. It's something we offer our employees, but it's not necessary." She shrugged and looked at him.

"I can tell something's bugging you. I'm thinking maybe there's something you're not telling me? Honestly, I'm pretty intent on hiring you, and if it's something that I should be concerned about at all, I'd rather know from the beginning," she said, watching him.
 
Tank just shyed away when Lori pressed him about not telling her something; he didn't know what else to tell her. He didn't know anything else that would pose a problem that hadn't been said already. He then replied, "I'm just worried I'll hurt someone who didn't deserve it." He knew she wouldn't believe him if he told her that he could lift an armored transport with relative ease; who would? That kind of talk came from people in an asylum for the insane. The fact was that he knew how strong he could be, and it scared him.

He then showed a more direct side of his personality, "I'm also worried if I stay here, I'll hurt you somehow. You're the nicest anyone's been to me in a long time......I couldn't ever forgive myself if you got hurt because of me."
 
She chuckled. "I might look delicate but I can hold my own. Well, I can run anyway," she said with a laugh. "Look the way I see it is, if you don't want to hurt me, you won't. I honestly don't see how you could. You're a tough guy, but I think you're kind of a softy inside, right? If you're so worried, I don't see how I can send you away. We'll get you some therapy if you're still concerned, but I don't see any reason for you to go into a blind rage any time soon."

The dark-haired woman had to feel a bit sorry for him. It was almost like the poor guy was afraid of what he wanted. Like he was trying to talk her out of it. "Like I said, you don't have to stay here, but you're pretty much hired, hun. I think there's more benefits to living here than not, but that's just me." She shrugged and wondered if he would actually stay.
 
Once Marcus was inside of the club, he noticed how... high-class everything seemed. Someone had told him that this place ad the best girls around, but he had to buy a VIP ticket before he could get some sweet action. He then noticed the bar.

"Oh goodie" he said out loud. "I haven't had a drink in ages".

He walked up to the bar and ordered a shot of vodka, before downing it. He then surveyed the club and the people in it. This place could be fun...
 
Tank looked at Lori and thought about it some more; maybe living here would help bring him out of his shell a bit. And Lori's logic made a lot of sense; as long as no one instigated him, there wouldn't be any problems. When she called him a softie, he couldn't help but flush and turn his head away slightly. After a few more moments of awkward silence and his slightly-red but becoming less so face, he made his decision and looked back at the dark-haired woman.

"You're right, there are more benefits to living here. So I'll stay and perform my duty to keep the employees and patrons of this place as safe as I possibly can." he then said with a hint of awkward determination in his tone. He felt.......happy, for once. He had a purpose, a reason to continue existing. He then smiled a little and continued, "Lori......thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me. I'll try not to be too much of a bother."
 
"Oh? You're only a bother if you think you are." She smiled and reached her hand out for him to shake and smiled at him. "Welcome aboard. I'll get you all set up with a VIP pass so you can pick out a room later if you want. You can start now if you like or hold off till tomorrow. I'll have some paperwork for you too. I just need to get everything set up." With that, she smiled and stood up. "I'm gonna find a custom furniture maker too...don't let me forget."
 
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