Shipper Extraordinaire

Name's Zack. Let me know if you need anything. [Member of MLMIE]

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Deck the Halls || Secret Santa

Trying to work out how to give his Secret Santa gift was a little trickier than he had expected. Finding something wasn’t too hard - it wasn’t the most creative, but at least he knew it would probably be appreciated - but actually working out the gifting aspect was trickier. Especially since he had missed the Christmas Party, where it had actually been possible for more casual mingling with everyone. Sure, Zack could have asked someone to pass it along, or requested he be called to the booking desk, but that didn’t seem much in the spirit. It was more fun to hand the present over yourself, but awkwardly hovering around in the side room didn’t seem much better. He had considered buying some of his time, but that seemed a little excessive just to hand him something and wish him a Merry Christmas. Admittedly, he had ended up just hovering in the bar like usual, still half tempted to just go with one of the other options for lack of a better idea. He seemed to have gotten lucky with his timing though, since he finally saw the subject of his thoughts enter the bar. He wasn't sure if he had come down for a drink, to try and entice clients, or whatever other purpose he may have, but the opportunity was too convenient to pass by. He quickly grabbed the gift bag he had set by his feet - one with dorky Christmas patterns, since he was awful at actual wrapping - and approached the worker before he could go too far. "Hey, Calvin right? Merry Christmas!" he greeted him, holding the bag out. He had seen him around a number of times across the years, so he knew his face at least. Getting the wrong person would have sucked. @adventuresexme

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Tis the Season to be...Naughty? || Secret Santa

Georgia knew the man occupied the front of the house more often than the rest of the establishment. She had seen him a time or two when she was one stage, and had heard through the grapevine that he spent a fair amount of time there.

She had managed to get a picture of the man for reference, so when Georgia slipped out to the bar she knew who she was looking for. Lucky for her, her coworker had been right when they told her when he would be in the bar. 

Slipping down beside him when he wasn’t paying attention, Georgia placed a silver box with a red bow in front of the man. “Merry Christmas, Zack,” she smiled sweetly. “Hope it’s a good one for ya~”

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It was a little embarrassing to spend so much of his time at the Emporium during the holidays, Zack had to admit, but it was much better than staying home most nights. He knew better than to take time from his job over Christmas too, so he couldn't exactly go see family either. But Madame Louise's was always busy and there was definitely a festive energy about the place around the holiday season: it was pretty uplifting, in his eyes.

The Secret Santa exchange - surprisingly, something that was open even to the clients - was an amusing part of the celebrations each year, even if he had only submitted his own name once or twice. As it was, despite having his own gift ready and wrapped to give, he had given no thought to the fact that he would be receiving a gift too. As a result, he was surprised to see one of the workers sit beside him and pass him a gift. It took him a second to realise she must have got him in the draw, but when he did he beamed at her.

"For me? Thanks!" He took the box from the bar, lifting the lid off curiously to see just what she had chosen.

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Company

“Just a beer, thanks.” Zack slid onto one of the stools at the bar, giving the the bartender a grin before turning to the rest of the room. It had been awhile since he had visited the Emporium, since he had been busy enough that he hadn’t really felt the need. It was only really now that they were heading very quickly into the Christmas season that he found himself wanting more company. Not that he was really intending to go upstairs tonight - or at least, wasn’t especially counting on it - but someone to talk to would be nice. Somebody other than his roommate, who was busy fussing over last minute orders from his over-priced online store, or his drinking buddies from work who had wives and families they would spend the holiday with. Not that he was bitter, not at all. Envious certainly: mostly just disappointed to be spending another year by himself. The burly man looked around the room curiously, eyes unashamedly lingering on the stage for awhile before returning to his search for someone to talk to. His drink was set in front of him, distracting him for a moment as he thanked the bartender and paid, before he took another quick glance around him. Anyone would do really, he just needed a change of pace from usual.

[a-tasteofsharry]

Sharron arched her back, stretching out the muscles to put herself back to rights. She stepped into the dress forgotten on the floor, pulling it up and over her shoulders and did up the buttons on the front to secure it. Her long hair was frizzed from the session, so she tied it back to rest against her spine and pulled her sweater over the short sleeves of her dress.

The service was always nice, but sometimes it was awkward  to stick around after the fact, so Sharron finished readying herself and left the man behind with a small wave over her shoulder and a whispered, “Thanks, see you later.”

It was in the bar getting ready to leave for the evening when the small bit of loneliness hit Sharron. Since her husband passed away, the people flitting in and out of the house had dwindled to just herself and the help. Deciding it was too early to turn in for the night, Sharron changed her course from the door to the bar top.

“I’ll take a rum and coke, please, Captain Morgan if you have it,” the woman requested of the bartender. The bar was fairly busy this evening, but plenty of room to sit, so she took a seat on a stool, near a man she had seen in town plenty of times. 

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It didn't take long for someone to catch Zack's attention, curiosity peaked as he saw a woman woman leaving the side door, only to take his attention again a moment later when she sat down. He thought he recognised her - albeit vaguely - from around town, but that wasn't saying much. She was certainly beautiful though, and had most likely just returned from the upstairs section. The fact she was staying in the bar even after a 'private session' was interesting, but he supposed that it wasn't too unusual in itself anyway. It did probably mean she wouldn't find company too objectionable though.

"'Scuse me, mind if I sit here?" he asked her as he crossed the few spaces between them, gesturing to the stool beside her. He would leave her be if she said no, but he didn't imagine she would have stayed for a drink if she was adverse to some conversation.

He remembered when he was first getting used to the Emporium, he was surprised to see they got women clients just as often as men. Admittedly, it had been part of the youthful assumption that 'women could get laid whenever they want, so why would they need to pay', but it had been surprising nonetheless. He eventually figured out that they would visit the emporium for any number of reasons - the same as the male clients - but still occasionally found himself wondering what someone would be doing there.

Whether it was a matter of kinks or what, some people seemed far too attractive to need to pay for sex. This woman was just one of them.

It took him a moment to return from his thoughts, realising belatedly that he should probably introduce himself at least. "Name's Zack. Yours?"

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Company

"Just a beer, thanks." Zack slid onto one of the stools at the bar, giving the the bartender a grin before turning to the rest of the room. It had been awhile since he had visited the Emporium, since he had been busy enough that he hadn't really felt the need. It was only really now that they were heading very quickly into the Christmas season that he found himself wanting more company. Not that he was really intending to go upstairs tonight - or at least, wasn't especially counting on it - but someone to talk to would be nice. Somebody other than his roommate, who was busy fussing over last minute orders from his over-priced online store, or his drinking buddies from work who had wives and families they would spend the holiday with. Not that he was bitter, not at all. Envious certainly: mostly just disappointed to be spending another year by himself. The burly man looked around the room curiously, eyes unashamedly lingering on the stage for awhile before returning to his search for someone to talk to. His drink was set in front of him, distracting him for a moment as he thanked the bartender and paid, before he took another quick glance around him. Anyone would do really, he just needed a change of pace from usual.

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