Where: The Club
Who: @laylaferguson
Emilija had had calls to many different places around town, in fact at this point it felt like there wasn’t much she hadn’t seen. This wasn’t even the first time that she’d been called to the club, her eyes rolling as the new recruit that rode beside her became giddy at the idea of it. She gave him a dressing down, explaining the appropriate behaviour, they were on the job, not a stag do. They arrived and pulled up outside. Em grabbed her bag and handed in, giving him one last look before they pushed through the doors. They were led towards a back room to see two girls, one obviously injured, whilst the other seemed to be more of a support. “Hey, so what happened?” she asked, kneeling down and pulling open her bag as she looked over the injured dancer. She looked up at the probie who looked absolutely terrified in the presence of two beautiful dancers, “I apologise for him, he spoke a great game on the way here but seems the cat has lost his tongue,” she said with another eye roll followed by a laugh.