#v; tiny dancer

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@aquaxbenedicta (Boyd’s in the club)

“Boyd Crowder. S’I live an’ breathe.” Keller thumbs the lighter in his hand and offers his old associate a smile, nods at the nearest waitress to bring drinks. whiskey, of course. What else’d a Kentucky man want? It’s not like Keller has moonshine. Hegestures for the other to sit. “Ain’t you a sight.”    

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open: stripper!Claire

“You uncomfortable with nudity? Because I think you stumbled into the wrong place, honestly.”

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"Oh, hey!" She recognized him from not too long ago. He'd come in with a woman, and a man. The man said his name was Bones, which. Good stripper name, bro.

She leaned against his table, grinning. Not leaning into his personal space, not too flirtatious. He hadn't seemed like the kind of guy who wanted fawming over. She nodded at the waitress, a signal to bring one of whatever he was drinking, and the house special for the dancers: sweet, water down, but a little alcohol. Keller wanted his girls relaxed, not drunk. Not messy. Two waters would come with the drinks, one for each of them.

"You were here with some friends not long ago," she said. She glanced around. "They here with you tonight? Or are you flying solo?"

@fasciinating

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She was doing a floor hostess shift, before her dance number. Keller insisted the dancers did this, talking to the patronage. Flirting, but not crossing a line. They were paid enough for this that none of them felt like extras were necessary. And they were allowed to keep all their tips, except for the 3% paid to the door staff (well earned; the dancers were protected by the bouncers and door staff. Keller paid them well to keep the dancers safe, and she was grateful. Often passed a generous tip to whoever walked her to her car after her shift).

"Oh! Hey!" She recognizes the dark haired, well-heeled man from a few weeks back. He'd come in with a woman whose name she's forgotten (Aharu? Maybe?) and a man who said his name was Bones. A good stripper name, she remembered thinking. She had given Bones a dance, and Aharu had laughed at him all the way through it. But they had tipped well enough that seeing their dark-haired companion made her smile.

@fasciinating

"I remember you! You came in with some friends, not long ago. Are they here?" She glanced around, but more to catch the waitress's eye and give her a subtle nod: bring us drinks. One of whatever Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome was drinking, and one of the dancer's special: sweet, carbonated, and barely alcoholic.

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Open to mutuals

“Enjoying the show?”

“We’ve got good dancers.”

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@storiieswoven​ for dirtbag winger

“Buy a dance. I can reccomend a collegue if you need me to.”

“But, bro. You cannot sit in the front row withouit tipping. The boss and the security guys? They’re touchy.”

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“It;s a strip club, not therapy.”

“Buy a dance, or get out and hire a therapist.”

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"One of the girls needs the night off tonight, so I'm gonna fill in for her." Claire had mostly been working the back office of the club for the last few months, but if she's honest, she's kind of missed dancing. Matthew might not like it so much, but she'll make it up to him later if she has to. (Tiny Dancer AU because I'm trash for it tbh.)

“Are ya?” He answered, as though he could stop her.He knew by now that arguing with her just made her dig in; the more you tried to tell her something, even for her own good (especially for her own good) the more stubborn she’d get. loved doing things her own way, just because it was her way.

Reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t quite think who.

“Don’t let me stop ya, Sugar Pants.Get on up there an’ shake it like a Polaroid picture if that’s what ya wanna do.” He was trying to sound gruff, but he couldn’t help the grin that shone through a moment later. She fucking bothered him, all the time. “Hey, I’ll even put you onna marquee. for One Night Only, Sugar Pants Pixie Makin Your night Magical.”