Bodyguard | | Lance & Alison
moonlight-cravings | |
Another job, only this one had far better pay in his opinion and really he wouldn’t be getting beaten up every night doing it either. Not that he spent a lot of the time actually getting beaten up, normally he was the one doing the beating with the exception of a few good fights where Lance actually lost. Either way the gig was a good one and he’d be lying if he didn’t say he was excited. Especially as he entered the main lobby of the house where he was to meet his potential employer. It was gorgeous and really he’d never seen anything like it in his life, the place was huge with detailed decor the Irishman almost felt out of place-- no, he was out of place. Where he grew up was the slums, the only thing the O’Brennon’s had on their walls was ripped and stained wall paper and a crooked picture of some beach where his mother had grown up. Granted the glass in the picture frame was broken from the many times his father had lost his temper and thrown one of the other three people in the house into the walls, which aided in the shitty condition of the house. So to see this place was like walking into a god damn castle being a pauper. Which in many ways was very true for Lance.
His face was still a little bruised from a previous fight but other than that he was unharmed, perhaps it was a good thing to have some light bruising, it showed h took initiative and wasn’t afraid of a little pain. But as Lance stood in this immensely beautiful home in a very expensive rented tux he was questioning if he even belonged in this place. Then a man came from the stairs and greeted him, to which Lance smiled and offered his hand. A few moments later they were talking and ‘taking a tour’-- it seemed like Lance’s friend had really talked him up about being a professional and how good his skills were. Which of course Lance was very professional and had wonderful skills, but he was also modest in his talents, even if knocking someone out in order to guard someone was an exceptional talent in this sort of deal.
“I ‘ave worked as a bodyguard before, yes--- it only lasted a few months as I was simply temporary, but I did learn a lot in t’ose months.” Lance spoke as they entered what looked to be a study but very well could have been a fucking library, Lance wasn’t sure which it was. His blue eyes scanned the room and spotted the shimmer of blonde hair, this must have been the young woman he was going to be the body guard of. Sure enough the man who was interviewing him turned and motioned to the young woman, saying that she was to be Lance’s prospective protectee. Straightening his posture Lance flashed a smile but the person he saw was not at all who he expected, still, he kept his composure and simply smiled some more, nodding and offering his hand to the young woman he had met at the bar after one of his fights. This was proving to be one of the most interesting job interviews, especially since the man referenced to her as his fiance.
