@apaclypse for the little squirt
JACK RUBY’S infamous nightclub. It was the most happening thing here since, well---ever. In terms of gathering all the big pins in one place. And boy were they easy to knock down. Suckers, all of them. A strike every night. She wasn’t a veteran at this, but not quite green either. Twenty-three years old and yet to be caught from robbing the pockets of every patron in the joint. Every night she worked serving drinks in this stupid sparkly scantily clad outfit.
One that had started coming in here lately had caught her attention. It was a straight up KID. Dressed in a private school uniform and no one bothered him. Which meant he probably had money, too. But who was he? Clearly belonging to no one here. But someone special--definitely. Not even a child was safe. He’d live, though. Just go home and cry to daddy about it. Whatever.
A fake laugh was given in passing while she walked away from a table, stopping a few feet short of a booth to observe the school boy from behind. Inhaling deeply, feet moved forward and heels quietly tapped on the carpet, appearing in front of his booth.
‘ Hi. ‘ June beamed, leaning forward with a hand on her hip. Exhaling before sitting and scooting into the booth with him wrapping an arm around his shoulder and leaning forward, grinning hard to mask what she was asking the boy with a whisper. ‘ What do you want to drink ? ‘ Not like he was going to drive home. Half of this job seemed like babysitting anyway, except this patron was just now age appropriate for it.
















