Post by Kolin Daire on Mar 15, 2015 17:03:20 GMT -5
The Lollipop Lounge was absolutely dead, of course that was expected at 4:30 on a Sunday afternoon. Hell on Sunday's the usual 20 dollar lunch and lap dance combo didn't even bring in that many people. Right now there was no music playing, the normal lights were on, and the B squad dancers were in the back getting ready by smoking, snorting, shooting, or even screwing. The newest arrival to Holston, PA hadn't come looking for entertainment though. Kolin Duffy needed something much more simple, a job. He'd gotten out of his prison just a little over three months ago, met his parole officer, and put in all the paperwork to have his parole transferred from Philadelphia to Holston, the day after his old friend Jimmy Tango had told him he could get him a tryout with a new wrestling company that was set to open up. It took almost three months for them to allow the move, but now he was in Holston. The little bit of cash he'd put aside was enough to find an apartment, put first and last, get basic furnishings, and some food, but it was quickly running out. There was no chance of him being hired on at the school or the hospital, and the only other business that probably wouldn't do a background check, was the Steel Mill Tavern, but he figured a strip club would probably pay better, and being a bouncer was right up his alley. He looked around, but nobody seemed to be there. After about ten minutes of searching an older but still very attractive brunette woman came out of two double doors at the very end of the bar. She looked to be in her early or mid forties, and had clearly worked behind a bar for quite awhile. She walked over, looked Kolin up and down for a few seconds, turned, pulled a bottle, turned back around, grabbed a glass, dropped in two ice cubes and poured the dark amber liquid over them.
"You look like a whiskey guy."
"I am."
Kolin pulled a ten from his wallet, placed it on the bar and then took his drink.
"Nothing really going on for a few more hours sweetie. You can keep drinking if you want to, but not much point wasting your time."
"I didn't come for the girls. I came to see Mister Reed about getting a job. From what I've heard, place could use a new bouncer."
"We could, but why you?"
"I've done... similar work before, and I'm good at it."
"Well that was vague as hell."
Kolin didn't say anything, just nodded and took a sip of his drink.
"I'll go get Caspar."
"Thanks."
She headed off, and Kolin took another sip of his drink. He was kept waiting long enough that he finished his drink. He kept waiting until eventually the woman returned with a fairly large African American man. He walked up to Duffy, gave him a once over and smirked.
"You ain't big."
"I'm not a small man either sir."
Caspar Reed laughed, turned to the bartender and shook his head.
"White boy don't take shit talking, that's a good sign."
"Mister Reed, you need someone who can make sure things stay under control, and no one messes with the dancers, trust me, I can do that. You'd also have the added benefit of your new bouncer being part of the Wrestletown roster. People see what I do on TV, they see me in here and the certainly won't do anything wrong, plus it's the added benefit of some free publicity."
"Oh so you got this all figured out, huh? Shit, what did I even need to talk to you for?"
"So you could see that I'm serious."
Caspar again laughed, grabbed a bottle of Jamseon from the top shelf and refilled Kolin's glass.
"I like this white boy. You get a trial run tonight, easy ass shift. Give you ten an hour, you do Sunday through Wednesday. You do real good and I'll see about putting you on the weekend as well at fifteen an hour on Friday and Saturday. Now finish your drink, and be back here at seven in some of them black dress pants, some black shoes, and I don't give a fuck about the shirt, you're gonna be rocking one of our security shirts, what are you, a large?"
"Extra large."
"You're ass is wearing a large, fit all tight and shit, make you more intimidating. Oh, and you're gonna wear one when you doing that wrestling thing, on your way out to the ring."
Kolin wasn't exactly thrilled about that last addition, but he needed the job.
"All right."
"Cool. See Tracy when you get back, she'll have your shit."
Caspar went back to his office, and Kolin finished up his drank.
"Thanks for the drink Tracy."
"Don't mention it sweetie."
Kolin headed out to go shine up the one decent pair of black shoes he owned, and make sure his dress pants were good, before he came back for his new not so lucrative job.
"You look like a whiskey guy."
"I am."
Kolin pulled a ten from his wallet, placed it on the bar and then took his drink.
"Nothing really going on for a few more hours sweetie. You can keep drinking if you want to, but not much point wasting your time."
"I didn't come for the girls. I came to see Mister Reed about getting a job. From what I've heard, place could use a new bouncer."
"We could, but why you?"
"I've done... similar work before, and I'm good at it."
"Well that was vague as hell."
Kolin didn't say anything, just nodded and took a sip of his drink.
"I'll go get Caspar."
"Thanks."
She headed off, and Kolin took another sip of his drink. He was kept waiting long enough that he finished his drink. He kept waiting until eventually the woman returned with a fairly large African American man. He walked up to Duffy, gave him a once over and smirked.
"You ain't big."
"I'm not a small man either sir."
Caspar Reed laughed, turned to the bartender and shook his head.
"White boy don't take shit talking, that's a good sign."
"Mister Reed, you need someone who can make sure things stay under control, and no one messes with the dancers, trust me, I can do that. You'd also have the added benefit of your new bouncer being part of the Wrestletown roster. People see what I do on TV, they see me in here and the certainly won't do anything wrong, plus it's the added benefit of some free publicity."
"Oh so you got this all figured out, huh? Shit, what did I even need to talk to you for?"
"So you could see that I'm serious."
Caspar again laughed, grabbed a bottle of Jamseon from the top shelf and refilled Kolin's glass.
"I like this white boy. You get a trial run tonight, easy ass shift. Give you ten an hour, you do Sunday through Wednesday. You do real good and I'll see about putting you on the weekend as well at fifteen an hour on Friday and Saturday. Now finish your drink, and be back here at seven in some of them black dress pants, some black shoes, and I don't give a fuck about the shirt, you're gonna be rocking one of our security shirts, what are you, a large?"
"Extra large."
"You're ass is wearing a large, fit all tight and shit, make you more intimidating. Oh, and you're gonna wear one when you doing that wrestling thing, on your way out to the ring."
Kolin wasn't exactly thrilled about that last addition, but he needed the job.
"All right."
"Cool. See Tracy when you get back, she'll have your shit."
Caspar went back to his office, and Kolin finished up his drank.
"Thanks for the drink Tracy."
"Don't mention it sweetie."
Kolin headed out to go shine up the one decent pair of black shoes he owned, and make sure his dress pants were good, before he came back for his new not so lucrative job.
