βAye Iβm taking my thirty,β πππ called out to the rest of the kitchen staff, lifting the apron from his upper half he placed it onto a nearby hook before he departed from the kitchen.Β βShit, I need a drink man.β The male commented to no one in particular as he moved en route to the bar. Undoing the knot in his durag he pulled the silk from his head and placed it around his neck just as he took a seat at the bar.Β βHow yβall doing tonight? You just as busy as the kitchen or motherfuckers just hungry tonight? Lemme get aβ¦man something strong will do.βΒ
βsend two bottles of CROWN to the VIP section.βΒ MARCO said to the bartender, relaying a message from a dancer that was now taking a break in the dressing room. with the male at his side, he turned with a slight chuckle.Β βand get this nigga a shot of that as well.β he pointed toward TAE, giving the bartender the cue to who to give the shot to.Β βwe busy tonight, so make sure them chicken wings hittinβ a lick, guy.β
Β Β Β Β Β Β the notable depth and tone in the maleβs voice gave away his identity without ππππππ turning to face him quickly, however once his entire sentiment was uttered, she peered at the clubβs security, a slight frown pulling at the lower half of her face. β i donβt? βΒ her tone seemed to hold genuine disappointment although the banter between the two was plasyful.Β βΒ my impression of a drunk bitch is good, come on, at least give me that. had you walking me out one night really thinkinβ i was fucked up.Β βΒ his follow up question caused her to nod her head silently before offering a verbal response. she was probably the softest dancer in the club when it came to client interactions, so his worry was valid.Β β iβm good, except for some new dudes in the back who swear my name is everything but what it is. you good, killa?Β chest all puffed up! β the woman teased.
with his hand placed at the side of his face, MARCO did he best to recollect the memory of him carrying the dancer out of the club.Β βyou talkinβΒ βbout the night that somebody slipped some shit in yoβ coke?β he teased. the artificial anecdote was only amusing to him, giving him the opportunity to chuckle at the facial expression KITANA made. her mentioning of a group of new patrons accompanied his switch of attention to the back of the venue.Β βthem niggas ovaβ there?β he glanced at her to confirm the faces of the men she was referencing.Β βiβll make sure they know yoβ name by the end of the night.β he confirmed with a nod of his head.Β βif yβall are good, then iβm good.β
βyou know that beinβ nice is not goinβ to make these niggas wanna drink, right?β MARCO inquired as he stopped at the table she was reserving.Β βconvince them that theyβre thirsty, then run up their tab. in the end, you get the bigger gratuity.β he offered with a shrug of shoulders.Β βspill their drink if you have to, and always water it down.β he lifted his hand to tap his temple, nonverbally telling her to take his advice as a mental note.
JEZEBEL gleefully twirled through the club, dancing to the music blaring through the speakers as patron tipped her for her efforts.Β βSexy lilβ bitch, sexy lil hoβ. I luh daβ way you walk, luh daβ way you talk. Let a young nigga come play in yoβ throat, deep stroke yoβ throat βtil I make you choke!β She sang out as she dropped down into a squat, making her ass bounce along to the melody. βThroat baybeeeeeeee! Iβm tryna giveΒ βem to you, Throat baybeeeeee!βΒ
with his hands behind his back, MARCO eyed a familiar patron become amused by the off-stage performance that JEZEBEL was giving. before he could continue his walkthrough of the club, he noticed the patron violating one of the rules that the experience of the dancers offered. silently, he cruised toward the dancer and offered the patron a head nod.Β βif itβs not a tip in yoβ fuckinβ hand, then keep yoβ hands off the lady. got it?β the stern tone was rewarded with a change in behavior. he snatched the stack of dollar bills that the male was holding before handing it to the dancer, adding aΒ βfor your troubles,β as he made sure she was suitable to continue her work.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β a small huff left ππππππβs lips as she made her way over to the bar, plastering a smile over her face as she leaned over it; normally she was only there to talk to her favorite bartenders, but this time was a little different.Β β can i get a crown and coke, please? β anybody who knewΒ ππππππ knew that she didnβt drink, even the regulars at the club, so the statement coming out of her mouth was more than surprising. she looked around at the people who were staring at her in bewilderment and chuckled softly.Β β why do i feel judged right now? β she questioned the closest, most familiar face.
the bouncer maneuvered through the packed nightclub to make his rounds of surveillance while the night ensued. he periodically checked on each dancer, receiving different confirmations of safety as he continued his walkthrough. after spotting one of the clubβs popular dancers by the bar, he paused to ensure she was alright.Β βmaybe because you donβt be foolinβ anyone witβ that cup of coke that you pretend is an actual crown and coke every night.β MARCO replied. once he leaned against the bar, he tilted his head to briefly examine her features.Β βyou straight?β he extended to KITANA, hoping to gain confirmation that she hadnβt experienced any roughhousing from any patrons during the night.
MARCO viewed the young men as scared troublemakers. they attempted to make themselves a household name in the streets of memphis, but didnβt realize they were seriously endangering their lives. he turned to TOP, mumbling an instruction for him to take the front entrance. the behavior displayed was comedic, but he decided to make an example of the teenagers. opposite of his instruction to the other security guard, he moved through the club to exit through the back entrance.Β βeverybody, step outside.β he said as he walked out of the door, flipping the gun in his hand to grip the handle.Β βaye, yβall lilβ niggas forgot something!β he called out. when the leader turned to face him, he rammed the butt of the pistol to the side of his head. a quick grip of his shirt made him accessible to the bouncer, easily striking him with the firearm once more.Β βtop, handle the rest.β he concluded as he brought the leader towards the front of the club.Β βapologize to the ladies and uncle santana. now.β he spat, then slammed his foot into the teenagerβs ankle to bring him to his knees.Β βhuh? what was that? speak up!β MARCO spun the gun, briefly releasing the boy to cock it and aim it towards the back of his head.Β βlouder.β @pvalleyhqs
MARCO reviewed the surveillance of the club from the small screens set up in uncle santanaβs office. he pulled the drawer of the desk towards him to retrieve his firearm. after placing the weapon in his waistband, he exited the office to return to the main section of the club.Β βwe got a problem, lilβ nigga?β the inquiry had barely concluded before the palm of his hand slammed into the chest of the rowdy patron. he pushed the teenager harshly, withdrawing the gun from his waistband once the maleβs entourage stepped towards him.Β βyβall better get yβall hoe asses up outtaβ heaβ before i ruin yβall mamasβ nights.β
π³π΄πΌπ°ππ²πΎ, better known as πΌπ°ππ²πΎ, is a thirty year old security guard. many may consider him the head of the security department, but he tends to shy away from the spotlight and share the glory with all the other bouncers. as a military veteran, he now performs private investigations in his spare time, which leads to the only plots/connections written below. IMs are currently open, in case anyone has anything that needs to be filled. if itβs toxic, problematic, or violent, count me in.
π³π΄πΌπ°ππ²πΎ, better known as πΌπ°ππ²πΎ, is a thirty year old security guard. many may consider him the head of the security department, but he tends to shy away from the spotlight and share the glory with all the other bouncers. as a military veteran, he now performs private investigations in his spare time, which leads to the only plots/connections written below. IMs are currently open, in case anyone has anything that needs to be filled. if itβs toxic, problematic, or violent, count me in.
CLIENT βΒ open (female) β in an effort to save Code Pynk, MARCO and MUSE work together to investigate the βcode violationsβ that are threatening the clubβs closure. Since he is a familiar face at the club, he uses MUSE to act on his behalf in stakeouts, meetings, and evidence collections. However, he is never too far away from the scene in case he needs to intervene if something goes wrong.
SUSPECTΒ β closed (female, male, non-binary)Β β MARCO has been watching MUSE from afar after witnessing what he believes to be a sketchy dealing outside of Code Pynk. after further investigation, he speculates that MUSEβs dealings may interfere with the longevity of the clubβs permit to be open. after a series of run-ins, he determines that MUSE is innocent despite their reckless nature of business that happens both in- and outside of the club. run-ins could be verbal, physical, etc.
VICTIM β open (female/preferably a club employee or exotic dancer) βthe military vet tends to have a hero complex, which is why he decided to be a security guard for Code Pynk years ago. MUSE and MARCO have built quite the rapport in passing of their shifts at the club. however, when MUSE starts avoiding personal questions, as well as a few bruises, MARCO steps in to offer a helping hand as well as opportunity to end MUSEβs abuse.Β
KRYPTONITEΒ β open (female)Β β due to his brazen demeanor, as well as his PTSD from being in the military, MARCOΒ has a hard time having a personal life. hisΒ βstrictly businessβ attitude is a faΓ§ade that MUSE can see through. the two met at the club, exchanging flirtatious conversations here and there. for some reason, he trusts her, allowing her to help him with social issues that result in his harsh exterior.
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