A Job that pays the rent.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille couldn’t stand her job. It was the only one however, within a forty mile radius that was one, hiring and two, that paid just enough money that she could pay the rent every month. It was also the one job Homi hated her doing as well. Bastille hated the color pink. Pink was the color completely opposite of her style.

However here she was walking outside of the warm protection of the backstage bar and out into the cold yet high-class environment that she hated. That’s right she worked and a high class club. A Job that defiantly paid what it was worth to sit around the people she hated, and entertain them. She had to act 21 to do this job but again. Not hard for a girl with her body. She walked out and began to serve the people their drinks.

She usually just had to stand near the door and greet people as they came in taking coats and stuff. And this job safeguarded her privacy more then anything else. They didn’t allow customers to take advantage of their workers. And by all means that’s the only other reason Bastille took the job. She wouldn’t get thrown in prison for beating up a guy who touched her the wrong way.

Besides no one ever even tried to touch her in an inappropriate way. She seemed to emit an evil aura…or she just had it clearly printed on her expression ‘touch me and you better watch what your drinking!’. But besides all that, the good news was…she got to change into a white blouse and black vest and a very comfortable set of black pants after about an hour and work bartender. That job allowed her entire body to be clothed and that was the good part of being there. It was also the place where she could let her mind wander to where she liked. It didn’t take much to process orders and not really think about them.

But when she was in the bunny suit, she was on patrol. So here she stood laying drinks in front of people who scooted away from her rather then closer. She blinked as she stood up hearing a squeal. Her co-worker Victoria had caught the eye of another lowlife rich kid. She was the only girl Bastille had ever met with breasts bigger then her own. She watched as the guy pulled her to sit in his lap and that was against the rules. She tried to pull away but it seemed futile for the fragile girl.

So Bastille feeling most inclined, and quite excited to show that the fuck off sign was still very visible, walked over to the guy with ease. She then slammed a tray on his head. This was the part about the job she had been thinking about…the part she enjoyed. Beat em’ up time. She then removed it as he let go of her friend hand. Bastille glared at him.

Mental note: ‘also a good time to have red eyes, they seemed to scare people’

The guy looked confused as Bastille glared at him and with a very crisp movement of her lips said “oops” and walked away. The guy seemed enraged however Bastilles aura of pure anger seemed to override his own and he simply put it out of his mind to try and catch up with her.

Soon, 30 minutes and she would be aloud to change into bar shift. Oh she loved bar shift. She smirked at Stacy the girl she switched places with, and then took the drinks and headed off to serve them to the guests she so despised.

[Cody Travers]

..He wasn't exactly upper class..

..He wasn't totally sure about this club either..

..But he was thirsty, craving a drink of something, anything.

Cody moved further down the street, walking down the movement area known as the sidewalk as it continued raining. Droplets falling on his head as people around him carried umbrellas. People wandering around with nothing to do, dressed in fancy clothes, wearing expensive jewelery. The like. It was late, and tiring after a "hard day's work"..

Yeah..

..Real hard.

Cody used to be like one of those people..He had all the money he wanted, all the things he could have needed even though he risked his life to obtain it all..They were just minor gifts..

They all went to hell anyway.

Upper class. A definition of the rich, well known individuals who are all made out to be snobby and grubby..How disgusting. Cody could never be like one of those people. But as a result..

He was known as Travers, owner of ARMES gym.

A good Canadian piece of white trash, that infested 259..

Otherwise classified as a "delinquent."

The rain pattered against Cody's airman jacket, which he used to conceal that OTHER hidden title of his..

It would scare more people than what he was known as right now. Cody wasn't much of a talker, or truster either. But that's for a different time, and a different matter.

He looked up towards a sign, as the rain came against his eyes. Signifying a sort of "Gentlemen's club." Taking a quick peer inside, noting that some girls were in bunny girl outfits..

Cody smacked his lips as his throat burned for some water..

Funny, and ironic at how water was falling on him..But it was never enough..

The blond, moved towards the door, clasping it in one hand, making sure that his handcuffs were concealed in his pocket. Opening the door as two, what looked like distraught girls, peered at him and plastered a fake smile on. One of them approached Cody.

"Can I take your jacket, sir?~" Said one of them non-chalantly.

Cody examined her, moving his eyes up and down. And then looked forward huffing out a simple..

"..No, thank you." Flashing the girl a smile before.."Can you tell me to where I can grab a drink?" He asked.

The girl stared at him for a moment, before pointing over to the bar on the other side of the club.

"Thanks.." He said, before pulling out his wallet and handing the coat girl a 20. "..You're doing a fine job."

The girl took the 20, smiling before tapping him on the arm lightly.

"Um..A thing you should know.."

Cody looked towards her.

"..The bartender on duty right now..She's got a bit of a mouth..So be careful what you drink..And what you say."

Cody blinked.

"..I'll keep that in mind. Thanks.."

Cody entered the club, as the other patrons stared at him. Almost giving him the evil eye as he stepped in. Like scum from the bottom of all of their shoes. Cody sauntered past them all, not even fixing a glance towards the bunny girls.

Approaching the bar he leaned inwards..Letting his hair sort of fall as he looked downward, sighing. Waiting for some service. Pulling out his wallet to see what money he had left..

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille watched as the man came to sit at the counter. Now slightly happier she was in a more comfortable outfit she continued to serve drinks to the others. She turned around a cup in her hand as she continued to dry it with a towel. Her crimson eyes setting on the new man with more interest then an average person got from her.

“Can I get you something?” she asked in a bored tone keeping her eyes on her work grabbing the next beer cup. Her hands where swift, risking no breaking of the glass she worked with.


((sorry its short))

[Cody Travers]

Sifting through his wallet, he continued to look for something more..Probable..Especially here..But Cody didn't really care what anyone really thought. And it was as simple as that..

Cody didn't care.

He didn't care that the people behind him were staring at his back, like flames licking up the heated part of the furnace. Didn't care that there were bunny girls going around for these people..It was a shame really. Anyone who made this place would probably get beaten by Cody..

..Badly.

But things set aside, Cody looked in his wallet..A few twenties..

He had money..But didn't let on that way..He preferred to be the way he was.

..Saved him from the attention.

“Can I get you something?” Said a rather bored voice, Cody spied upwards towards the blonde bartender, first thing he noticed was those eyes..

They were red.

Interesting color.

But Cody remained as he was, simply sitting there. Where one person would, on the inside of thier mind, say something vulgar..Cody said nothing. It was the first time he'd actually seen red eyes. On a female, no less.

After all, it was the inside that counts, not the outside. That was Cody's ideal..

Hell, he'd been through that already.

"Yes, please.."

Cody looked off to the side. Pulling open his jacket exposing his "orange t-shirt" for a bit, and putting his wallet inside his jacket pocket. The destinct jingling of a pair of handcuffs would sound in his pocket.

"..How much for a glass of water?" He asked.

Looking around at everyone else..They were all glassing wine, beer..Fancy drinks..Expensive stuff.

How..Sad..

[Bastille Amtrum]

“funny…its free…you sure you don’t want something…ill give it to you for the regular price…people usually pay more to make it look like they are buying something more rare…in any case…getting that water, sparkling or regular?”

She said still bored. Her tone suggested she wasn’t entirely concentrating on the conversation. Her expression only made it more obvious that she treated everyone this way. Just then a tall rather lanky looking rich kid sat at the bar and leaned over smirking at Bastille. Bastille didn’t even acknowledge him.

“Bastille Bunny….darling…why is it your serving the bar every time I come in, wont you for once be on bunny shift at this late hour…” he slurred grinning evilly at Bastille. His position gave it away he was up to no good and his cheeks where brightened up by a pink blush that stood out all the more with his flushed skin.

Bastille set down both a sparkling and a regular water in front of the orange coated boy and leaned over the counter propping herself up on her elbows and looking at the guy she had just handed the water to.

“so tell me, why do you come into this kind of place for just water?!” she asked her face and tone both still bored though there was defiantly a small hint of anger there.

“Bastille bunny pay attention to me…..he’s not worth your time....you work here for people like me right…well im here” he whined. Bastilles eyes narrowed as she continued to ignore him and involve this poor stranger in her attempts.

“you know I came here to get a drink, and talk to the manager about a job. I ordered water too…alcohol just doesn’t sit with me very well I guess…hey I got the job and here I am able to pay my rent, it has nothing to do with me showing my body off. On the contrary I much rather do bar shift all day, but I get double pay if I do double shifts…so I switch with the bar maid here every night….”

“Bastille” he continued to chime over her.

“do you want to know something else…I never came here to do anything else then get paid what my actual job pays me to do….if only my other job paid this well, I would just stick to it…seeing as I wouldn’t have to put up with the exact people I cannot tolerate,…”

“Bastie Baaaby!!” he complained and growled louder getting up out of his chair.

“sick….disgusting people….who think money will solve all their issues and get them anything they want, thus making them so weak and pathetic they don’t understand how to PROPERLY KEEP OUT OF PEOPLES SPACE!” she said turning to the man with her same bored and somewhat agitated tone and jumping over the bar swinging her leg around in a round house kick to the guys jaw. He was on the ground in a second his lip bleeding and his cheek swollen.

Bastille turned back leaning back to the newcomer again.

“I wonder if they will ever realize that the people they spend so much time degrading could totally kick their ass…in any case, here is your water, let me know if you need anything else. Its my job”

She said and turned back to washing the dishes the crowd of rich men inside returning as well. It seemed obvious this behavior was expected of her. She continued to wash away muttering things about how high heels and bunny suits where tools of revenge and how she wouldn’t just sit by and let them think they could do whatever they want.

[Cody Travers]

Cody examined her from his seat, those red eyes said it all, that she was not just bored..Rather she was a bit unhappy..

And in a few seconds..He would see why..

“funny…its free…you sure you don’t want something…ill give it to you for the regular price…people usually pay more to make it look like they are buying something more rare…in any case…getting that water, sparkling or regular?”

"Re--"

“Bastille Bunny….darling…why is it your serving the bar every time I come in, wont you for once be on bunny shift at this late hour…”

He was interrupted, noticingly by such a tall, snobby looking rich boy. Shame..Cody's eyes moved over to the pompus prick who'd just happened to make his way into the conversation before him. It was obvious to him though, that the bartender was not happy to see him..Not happy at all..

Blue orbs jerked from the demanding braggart to the subtle Bartender. She had placed two different kinds of water in front of Cody..His blue eyes eyed each of the glasses. She'd leaned over the counter, making herself closer to him.

“so tell me, why do you come into this kind of place for just water?!”

"..Well--"

“Bastille bunny pay attention to me…..he’s not worth your time....you work here for people like me right…well im here”

Interrupted again! This guy was beginning to get on Cody's nerves. Blue eyes narrowed down the selfish prick. It seemed he was drunk..And starving for this girl's attention.

“you know I came here to get a drink, and talk to the manager about a job. I ordered water too…alcohol just doesn’t sit with me very well I guess…hey I got the job and here I am able to pay my rent, it has nothing to do with me showing my body off. On the contrary I much rather do bar shift all day, but I get double pay if I do double shifts…so I switch with the bar maid here every night….”

Interesting. Seemed this female was talking to Cody out of sheer point of ignoring the prick calling to her..Bastille was it?..Hm..Cody continued to listen though. It seemed she didn't mind her job as a bartender here, however, with the tone of her voice..

..It seemed she hated the downpoints..

Cody couldn't blame her.

“Bastille”

He was annoying..No doubt..But if Cody was to do anything, he'd probably get kicked out, no less arrested.

..Fun to go back to jail, wouldn't it Cody?

“do you want to know something else…I never came here to do anything else then get paid what my actual job pays me to do….if only my other job paid this well, I would just stick to it…seeing as I wouldn’t have to put up with the exact people I cannot tolerate,…”

..Boy..She was getting angry.

Cody took the regular cup of water as she talked, listening to her becoming more agitated as the rich snob continued calling to her. Taking a drink..

“Bastie Baaaby!!”

His fingers clenched around the cup..God would this guy ever shut up?! Cody was prompted to take out his handcuffs..He set down his cup and-

“sick….disgusting people….who think money will solve all their issues and get them anything they want, thus making them so weak and pathetic they don’t understand how to PROPERLY KEEP OUT OF PEOPLES SPACE!”

A sudden movement from her, as she jumped over the bar, swinging her leg in a fast movement. A round house, to the annoying one's face. Cody rolled his eyes with a smirk as a way of saying "Thanks for shutting him up.." A bit of a laugh, as he took another drink of water.

Staring down at the broken fellow..

Yeah..

He deserved it..Piece of trash..

“I wonder if they will ever realize that the people they spend so much time degrading could totally kick their ass…in any case, here is your water, let me know if you need anything else. Its my job”


Cody turned eyes towards her, as she began mumbling something towards the dishes. He looked around. Everyone was eyeing them. Fine..Perhaps someone needed to show how far money "talks"

He took a few minor sips of the regular water.

"Thanks.."

He looked about, as there were girls around in bunny outfits..How..Utterly ridiculous.

"..It's a shame really.." He said a bit aloud. "..They should really take places like this down.."

Looking downwards at the counter of the bar.

"..Serving these pompus fools like they're some sort of "Higher ups"..Like we're some sort of underbellied scum.." He said with a bit of an irritated tone..

Why?

Because it was those same "higher ups" who tarnished Cody's once peaceful life.

He turned his chair on a side, leaning on one elbow on the counter.

"..Forcing girls to wear outfits like that..Tch.."

Cody shook his head in disgust.

"..They ever make you dress up in those ridiculous looking outfits?" He asked.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille at first ignored him then let out a sigh.

“if it pays the rent, ill wear just about anything…as much as those suits are degrading of girls, they are also weapons…” she said with a solidly straight face as people came to drag the rich kid away.

Bastille continued washing until she was done and then went to dry her hands smiling as another customer came to site at the bar. She turned and passed them a drink which seemed to be their original and she bent close to him.

“do they have it old man?!” she hissed with a grin. He nodded gruffly and she grinned turning back to the other guy.

“are you sure just a water?...” she asked her tone too excited to be bored with the sudden arrival of mysterious new goods. Truth be told this was also her ace into the black market. From this job and her one with a hideous outfit she could obtain information on the newest items about to come out. She couldn’t wait for some of the newer technology integrated guns….just as well…this weeks prized item was more past then present.

An African sword she had had her eyes on for months and this was one of those times she would scold herself harshly for being somewhat of a hypocrite. She lived on her own work and these times where the only times she ever asked her foster parents for money who where more then overjoyed to give it. She of course would shut herself in guilt over it for about a month then get happy about her new toy.

Bastilles one flaw in her own system. She inherited her mothers strange obsession for weapons.

[Cody Travers]

Cody watched as they dragged the young rich boy away, now bleeding from the face. Poor kid..But he had it coming to him. This girl had a bit of "kick" to her anyway. Cody smirked, chuckling to himself, as he turned back to the girl, shaking his head.

“if it pays the rent, ill wear just about anything…as much as those suits are degrading of girls, they are also weapons…”

"..Weapons, eh?" Cody inquired, that Canadian habit kicking in once more..He'd never heard of a bunny suit the could be integrated as a weapon before..

..How curious this girl was.

Must be some sort of self defence mechanism..Apparently, untrained to the human eye. No less distance and you could never tell.

Just then another customer came to the bar, sitting about a seat away from Cody, the bartender suddenly had a smile on her face as she swung him down a drink. For the moment, Cody sat there and watched as her eyes beamed with excitement.

..This was new.

“do they have it old man?!” She asked with an excited tone. Cody smiled, it was about time that she got a little more excited or he'd have to leave..

..Without his water.

He watched as the old man nodded, and she was smiling..Hard. At her new found information, like she had just won the lottery.

She turned to Cody.

“are you sure just a water?...” She asked, her tone now more acceptable to herself than before. This made Cody look at her in a new light. He smiled, opening his coat to find his wallet.

Finally, he brought it out...Along with his pair of prized handcuffs, they were lengthened just for Cody's armspan, made of titanium alloy, were literally, freezeproof, fireproof, unmeltable..

..Indestructable, even.

..But what could expect more or less from being mistakenly jailed in a high security prison.

Cody opened up his wallet to his money.

..Lots of it.

"Well, since it sounds like a good occasion from you.."

He pulled out a 20. Slapping it on the counter.

"..Give me the strongest stuff you got!"

Cody wasn't a drinker. Nor should he be..But hey, we all need to break away from there every once in a while.

..Nor was he old enough to be drinking..But by looking at his body..No one could tell the difference.

As he waited for his drink, he clapped his pocket back into his coat, leaving his weapon in plain sight on the counter.

"..So what's so exciting? By the sounds of your voice, it seems like you just won the lottery!"

[Bastille Amtrum]

“ha! I would throw away the lottery…give it to the poor or something…” she retorted with a snort. She continued to dry the last of thee dishes then moving to grab a newly cleaned one and went to fill it with a first class moonshine vodka…secretly brewed. She set it down in front of him and smirked taking the 20.

“here you are….” She said ignoring the last question as if thinking about it. She seemed to do it for awhile serving other customers till she came back and smirked.

“this is my place of trade into “the market”…a new shipment of special items came in…I’ve been waiting for this one from the deal for years, the old coot finally died so its all mine now!” she said grinning but being careful not to reveal what it was. She would save that info for a more dramatic opening.

[Cody Travers]

Cody watched as the girl "secretly brewed" Cody his drink. Guess she knew, somehow. But supposedly, it really didn't matter, as she had made it for him, taking the twenty dollars off his hands and sending a drink to him. He nodded.

“ha! I would throw away the lottery…give it to the poor or something…”

Interesting..Maybe she was secretly rich? But perhaps..Wait..No..Ok, Cody was confused now. But that didn't matter. Maybe there was more to meets the eye with this female bartender.As she left to go attend to other customers Cody looked down at his drink. It shined in his eyes as his throat burned for him to take it.

Cody reached down, taking a sip..It burned his throat whole, as he began to take more into his system, after about 1/4th of the glass, Cody almost slammed the glass down on the counter, shaking his head to get it into his system.

"Wow, this stuff's good." He said approvingly with a smile.

By the time the female came back, Cody was already done half his glass. He wasn't a drinker, but it seemed to flow with him.

“this is my place of trade into “the market”…a new shipment of special items came in…I’ve been waiting for this one from the deal for years, the old coot finally died so its all mine now!”

She returned back to Cody, explaining what she had just obtained..But being so careful not to exploit it.

Cody smirked.

"..A black market, huh?"

A sip.


"So you're a bargain hunter huh? What kind of stuff do you collect?" He asked, taking another strong drink.

Boy was this stuff up to snuff..He began to feel a little lightheaded, but not enough to fall over, no..He was already tired enough as it was..

"Seems you're pretty passionate about the stuff you buy."

[Bastille Amtrum]

“heh, of course…old things must be handled carefully. I buy rare items…historical weapons…im a collector of object from all over the world 1700 century and earlier. I collect some new top gun stuff too but that’s a rare for me…” she said cleaning dishes again.

Her hands seemed to be rather swift with the glasses as every time more came in from the tables outside she would have it cleaned rather quickly. She had gone threw 13 glasses in five minutes. It was made longer by the fact five minutes in she had to serve up a round of shots for a drinking competition initiated in the back tables. She kept her mind on her work only half the time. It was obvious her mind was on other things the rest. When she noticed Travers getting low she held up the bottle of the drink she had poured him.

“yo, do you think your stomach can handle another or should you walk home?! I get off in two hours if you need an escort …you’re looking rather..” she didn’t continue just staring at him.

[Cody Travers]

Well, by this time, Cody wasn't feeling..The best. He never should have taken a drink from the stuff..But he asked for it. What was that stuff anyway? Goodness, it hit the spot..And hit Cody's point as well. Regardless, Cody did his best to keep his head up. Maybe he was just pushing his luck like this.

But he did listen to her, even if he wasn't feeling the greatest. Cody wasn't one to just simply ignore someone else out of pure spite..It'd be just rude.

Watching her clean those dishes..

“heh, of course…old things must be handled carefully. I buy rare items…historical weapons…im a collector of object from all over the world 1700 century and earlier. I collect some new top gun stuff too but that’s a rare for me…”

Cody watched, as she explained her hobby.

A rare weapons collector huh? Well then! That must be quite an..Expensive..Hobby. But still, Pretty sure she was smart that way. And gun stuff as well? Sounds..Violent..

Hah, more enjoyable.

“yo, do you think your stomach can handle another or should you walk home?! I get off in two hours if you need an escort …you’re looking rather..”

Cody didn't have a clue how he was feeling..Lightheaded..Upset..Something..Who knew?

"..Rather..Rather what?"

She had that look on her face like Cody wasn't looking to good, of course..He wouldn't know what was going on..

Looking at the bottle.

"..My first time trying the stuff..I'll get used to it eventually..I think.." He mentioned a little shakily. Maybe he wasn't too sure of himself. Leaning over the counter like that.

"..Heh..You're offering me an escort..And I don't even know your name..I guess I'll accept your offer.."

He smirked, tipping the glass into his mouth once more.

"You're quite generous..You know?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille smirked and flicked his forehead. If he was drunk enough he would end up swiveling in his chair and probably lands back flat on the ground. She leaned back and smirked setting the bottle down.

“I don’t suggest getting to used to this stuff, it can really mess you up if your not careful” she said with a wide grin. This obviously pleased her. She finished up the dishes again and set work to the shot glasses for the night before turning back.

“The names Bastille, and it will cost you in the morning for me to walk you home…” she teased though she was lying. She didn’t like to come off as nice but hell if she was going to let this guy sleep in the gutter. She’d done it once in Germany. Not fun.



(sorry short again)

[Cody Travers]

(It's cool, mine is too..Sorry..)

Cody was leaning forward in his chair when took another drink. He wasn't used to any of this..This would be his first time expending any sort of time within the gratitude of a gentleman's club..And though he despised it..There were people who seemed to get by on Cody's nerves.

People that had the same beliefs as he did anyway.

So..Why not unwind? Not too much to ask for, but he just sat there, indulging in a somewhat quaked drink. It was rather brumbled for a man like him..

And he hadn't even finished the glass..

Cody watched, half drunk as the girl leaned over and flicked his forehead. He wasn't THAT drunk..But it was enough to make him smile and chuckle a bit. Not in one of those, gurgly ways..But..Just pleased to know that there are others.

“I don’t suggest getting to used to this stuff, it can really mess you up if your not careful”

He was just on the hinge of himself, as he could barely focus on the female..

"..I see what you mean.." He sounded a little..Rough..But still secure nonetheless..

“The names Bastille, and it will cost you in the morning for me to walk you home…”

Yes..That was her name..Bastille. He wouldn't forget that.

"..Travers, Cody Travers." He said his name. Leaning on his elbow towards the counter of the bar..

"..And I'm pretty sure I won't mind paying you..You're being generous, it's only fair..Don't you think?"