Dirty Dancing - Tidus

T: Around 10pm
P: a gentleman's club on the Southside, not far from the Patrons headquarters

@Tidus & @Bienvenido


It was fine, just dancing tonight. She didn’t mind the stripping; she didn’t enjoy it either. She had been told numerous times that customers had asked for a private session, but she had always refused. She didn’t care much for that intimacy some men sought out by hiring a stripper or a call-girl. She was neither of those things; she was a freelance dancer who needed the money to survive.
Dressed in her usual ensemble; black waist-high panties and a blush-colored bodystocking underneath accompanied by high black heels, she left the stage after a session which had lasted about 10 minutes. 10 long minutes where she had danced, touched herself and probably aroused most of the men in the room beyond sanity - as she was paid to do. Once they were horny enough to hire a girl for a private session; that’s where the money came from. Everything else was a drop in the ocean.

She moved to the bar with a nimble elegance in her walk, where she grabbed a bottle of water. She didn’t enjoy alcohol, and since she was being severely sensitive to sounds already, she didn’t want to worsen it by having alcohol in her blood. A member of the local mafia - some tall dark-haired guy - had approached her with a pound-note folded up between his fingers. He mentioned a private session, making her look at him with a somewhat empathic look in her eyes. ‘’Oh, hun… I don’t do sessions tonight. Go ask Crystal or Sugar,’’ she said, nodding at two of the girls who where grooming another poor soul to accept a session from them. The bloke seemed vexed with her, but she ignored him, while she took another sip of her water, waiting for it to be her turn to return to the stage.
It seemed like a somewhat chilled out evening. Not so many customers, besides the regular amount of mafia-members that needed to get laid. That was, until Donovan; her boss, approached her with a smug smile on his lips. ‘’No, I said that I’m not doing sessions tonight. Forget it.’’ She said, not even allowing him to suggest anything. Donovan, a man in his light thirties, looked at her with a calm expression; calm, because he knew that she wasn’t in the position to deny him if he wanted a session with her. He was her boss. ’’May I suggest a private dance then? If you’re still not interested after that, fair enough - but a dance! You could grant me that, surely!’’ Donovan bargained, making her look away for a moment, frustrated about the fact that he was right. She was in no position to deny him…

“What exactly are we doing here again Tivo?” Tidus asked, clearly not in the mood for loud music, people´s drooling and girls cute whimpering. He rather wanted to stay home. Underneath his blanket.
That or in the headquarters, making up a plan, how to get rid of Darius and his mafia.
It was Christmas. The jolliest time of year and he wanted to stay away from the joy. Stay away from all the treats. Because… he felt no joy. He felt no happiness. He felt so empty and tired. Constantly.
Not even Cassandra could get him in a better mood. And neither could Christian. To Tidus… he just needed some time. Time to process.
“I just wanted a night out… I mean… Maui… Maui wanted a night out!” the joyfull werewolf answered, as his eyes lured on all the dancers. He had no intension to get private sessions. He had his lovely Cassandra.
“Don´t put it on me Tivo!” Maui´s voice roared in a giant laughter. “You wanted to go this club, just as much, as I did.”
Tidus chuckled lowly. All the half-naked and sweaty ladies around him, made him wonder, why he never seemed to have found those curves luring. They were beautiful… but still. He shrugged and sat down at the bar. As long as he had his alcohol, the boys could run around in their candystore.
Tivo went over to another lovely lady, just to hear if she gave private sessions. Not for him of course. For Maui.
When she declined, he smiled politely and nodded, only to slowly starting to walk away, if it hadn’t been for Donovan. Tivo stood still and listened to their conversation.
“Oh, kind sir. It was for my friend and he´s only asking for a dance, nothing hanky panky,” he explained and smiled politely, but also rather charming, at Clio.