He was standing by the bricked wall outside where the host club was. His tall figure leaned against the rough surface of the wall and a stick of cigarette smock was held in between fingers, supporting it as he inhaled a large amount of toxic smoke in his system. He was slacking on his job, of course -- taking a break when he was supposed to be pleasing people with his hostly charm. If it wasn't for the same red-headed middle aged woman who was so keen and interested in him, he wouldn't be standing outside here. It was getting -- frustratingly annoying at how the same woman had been asking for his service and the same woman had thoughts on buying him permanently -- note that he was never on sale to begin with and reasoning with someone rich was just a neverending battle -- just that his services was being sold. It peeved him, just having to see the lady's enthusiast face because; he had never liked this job and pleasing all these people with untrustworthy set of words only made Kent even more angry at himself.
Now that was a very long and troubled thoughts kept confide in his petty little head. Of course, only then he exhaled a large amount of filth and toxins escaping his parted lips, watching as the smoke dispersed throughout the air.
