@wiinestories | plotted for a starter | Ruth & Polly
This wasn't the first time Ruth's father had put him in a position like this as some sort of punishment. Ruth rarely saw it that way, each time he'd been sent to a different unit or a different establishment to 'protect' he had found the silver lining and made it something he enjoyed. Which of course always pissed his father off further and what followed was a series of training sessions that nearly always incapacitated Ruth for a few days to a week. It was just how things went. Ruth and his father had the most tense relationship out of all the Gray children and Ruth would never stop being a complete pain in his father's ass, it was the least he could do to try and better life for his younger siblings by preoccupying his father as much as possible with him and draw their father's attention off his siblings. He'd never admit that was why he acted out and caused problems for his parents as a collective but a few of his siblings knew, including Lewis, the eldest. When Ruth had been placed at this strip club, an establishment he was sure one of their clients owned but his father provided security for, it was expressed that he wouldn't like it and couldn't be walking off if he got bored, as if he'd be that unprofessional.
It was something new, something different and it wasn't like he'd never been in a strip club before, he'd guarded clients that had visited them but he'd never been to one on his own time. His father did his best to try and lessen the free time Ruth had on a daily basis, it was his secondary effort in keeping Ruth out of trouble that would get back to his father. The first few days of this new position had been very easy and very slow but Ruth didn't mind, it was something different and surely not the most boring thing he'd ever done. Guarding that politician that attending the longest, the most boring, and the most stupid meetings had been more boring than working at this strip club. There had been a few creeps here and there, which, Ruth thought anyone who went to a strip club was a certified creep anyway he wouldn't deny how beautiful all the women and dancers were up there on that stage, in their elements doing what they did. He'd looked too but his ogling had not been malicious or predatory like most of the men that watched the dancer, more appreciative and admiring, watchful in a protective manner as well. The men that came to places like this creeped him out regardless and he always assumed they were pieces of shit that objectified women.
Like the man that kept leaning on the stage despite the several times one of the other security guards had told him to cut it out. Ruth huffed an annoyed breath and pushed off the wall where he'd been leaning in a more relaxed position than any of the other guards. Sporting a simpler uniform than he was used to, gone was the tailored suit and replacing it was a simple black t-shirt that clung to his muscularly toned torso and read security in white letters across one side of the chest, paired with black slacks and black shoes Ruth blended into the darkness in the place easily and surprised the man half climbing onto the stage where a dancer, Polly he thought her name was, had just gotten on to perform. Ruth didn't announce his arrival, just gripped the drunk, badgering man hard by the shoulder and yanked him back into his seat. Grabbing the chair to steady it and keep it from falling, Ruth then lowered his sharp blue gaze down to meet the surprised and angry, bleery gaze of the man as he looked at Ruth. "If you don't fucking keep your hands to yourself, creep, I'll throw you the fuck out of here, this is your last goddamn warning," Ruth said in a low tone that could almost be mistaken for a growl but it was enough to make the man nod in compliance.
