Dec 15, 2024
"I'm open to it." The cigarette he's smoking as he leans against the stage breaks his own no-puffing-on-the-floor code, but as the man who owns this fucking club, Gray wagers that he can do as he likes.
She's definitely a nice-looking woman; he doesn't doubt that she could pull in the viewership of whoever's sober enough to watch her, but he doesn't hire without some form of insurance. Proof. As if silently communicating this to her, umber eyes flicker pointedly to the pole behind him.
"But you're gonna have to show me whatcha got before I let you make money on my stage." / @patchedstars