'Mouse' looked over the club, from the top balcony with a grin. He put a finger to the earpiece in his ear with a smile. "Everybody, check in... Bartender, how's the crowd down there? DJ, if there's a fight tell me about it. Hostess, how's the bouncer out front doing? You get any hassle from anyone? Do any of the bussers, or waitresses have any problems?" Mouse made it to the bottom of the stairs, and looked around seeing everyone have a good time. "Weekends.... Eh guys?" 'Mouse' adjusted the color of his black shirt, and walked around first going to check on the waitresses. He pointed at a group of people, there were doing some questionable acts and they stopped. Most people knew him, and he was famous for literally throwing guys out. Mouse was nice.... Until you got on his bad side.

The club was extra busy tonight, Saturdays usually were. But having some rich chicks 21st birthday there, was also an uncommon occurrence. Lucky for him, her dad called and said he'd get payed extra if the night went perfect for her. So he was getting no crap from anyone tonight, he hated being the uptight one. But security was kind of a serious thing to him, he hated hearing those stories of people disappearing after going out for a night of clubbing. He promised himself that he would have none of that here. A group of women shouted, and wooed at him as he passed by making him blush softly, and waved in a friendly manner. 'Mouse' moved to where the waitresses take back dishes, and relax while they can before they're called back out on the floor. He knew life as a waiter/waitress could be rough, it was his first job.

(There!! I hope that I left enough open for everybody, and got enough activity to make a proper scene. Sorry, if I disappoint ^^')

Johnny sat in the staff room, his head in his hands. He was on break and couldn't really be doing with all the "impolite" and "unfriendly" people he had to serve in ten minutes. He detested his job and this club, it was all just so...cliché. This was not what he wanted to be, a waiter till the end of his days, he wanted to explore and be free, but there was not much he could do about that now. He had already signed the contract and his wage was fairly good, so he couldn't grumble. Although, Johnny always managed to find something to complain about, he always saw the 'negative' side, the worst in people. He sighed deepy, glad that no one was around, especially Elena, whom he did not like, immensely. He rose slowly to his feet and straightened out the creases on his cream shirt, debating whether to take an extended break or continue his work. He rolled hs eyes and pushed open the door, ready to take the customer's orders. "Better now, than never" he thought as he strode over to a noisy family.

Aurelie hated being told what kind of music to play. She accepted requests but when she played one, she had seven drunks yelling at her for playing that kind of music. The club was especially crowded today and she felt claustrophobic behind her turntable. People were packed all around her, dancing in a way that wasn't really dancing. She gave a shout out to the birthday girl and got a bunch of cheering. Today she was wearing a hoodie, jeans and her signature converse shoes. Life as a DJ could be rough whenever you got some people who would get a little too rowdy or thought they could DJ by themselves. "No fights right now," She muttered into the microphone in her jacket. Hopefully none tonight. she thought to herself

((Damn you beat me to the DJ. Oh well, Star will be off duty.))

The back-beat of the music drowned out everything from where Star was sitting, just to the right of the speakers. Most people avoided their places of work when they had time off but Club Envy was exactly where she wanted to be with the music and, some, of the people. It was some chick's birthday on top of it being a Saturday night so there was a good chance that someone would need help with something at some point during the night, whether she was working at the time or not, and Star had nothing against helping the wait staff with busy tables if that's what was needed. She wasn't the biggest help with security but Mouse had that completely under control as her own ear bud buzzed into life with brief conversation between Mouse and Aurelie.

It was hard to determine if Star's pants consisted of more jean material or holes in the material. Through every hole, neon green lace made itself known in the flashing lights of the dance floor. Toes tapped in a four inch sandal with satin straps that wrapped around her lace tights. More neon colors made up her top; a blue tube top under a pink sling back made of a cheap, but shiny, satin material that offset her extreme makeup. Huge, fanned out purple lashes stood out against her silver eyeshadow and jet black eye liner. Bright red lipstick contrasted against her fair skin tone. People were noticing and that made Star smile.

Elena

Elena smiled flirtaciously at the boys across the counter and took their drink orders. "Mojito and a Manhattan?" She confirmed as the man nodded drunkly.She giggled, she loved drunk people as long as they weren't too handsy. She walked over to a bunch of vodka bottles and started making the drinks. She smiled as Moues's voice rang in her ear. "Everything's good at the bar Kalum, it'd be nice if you came by and said hello and gave me a hug though. I haven't seen ya all night." She said into the mic to Mouse before shoving some mint into the mojito and served it collecting the ten dollars for the two drinks and a ten dollar tip. She smiled and blew a kiss before assisting another person at the bar.

Elena loved her job, but hated being known as the owner's daughter. It always made people think she knew everything and always made people go to her for a raise or something wrong with their pay check. The only good part was that she got to work here before it was legal. She smiled dancing to the music and bouncing in her little school girl outfit that she used as a uniform for the night, her small black and red skirt and white tied shirt with a black bra beneath. She pealed off her sweater and pushed it under the bar with her purse, because all this dancing and moving was starting to make her hot.


Mona

"Mouse! I need your help out front! These kids are getting roudy because they aren't allowed in without an I.D! HELP!" Mona yelped into the microphone as kids shoved and pushed trying to get into the club. She hadn't taken their money,, because they hadn't shown an I.D She was stressed out. She clung her clip board to her chest that was barely covered by a yellow crop top. She wore a black pair of short shorts that were less than and inch down from the groin. She ran her hair through her long black wavy hair that was loose around her face. If Mouse didn't get out here quick they would have to shut down the club for the night which would cause an even bigger riot. Club Envy was the hottest club in the city and Mona was proud to work there as a hostess.

"Yes, so that's...two largers, a lemmonade and a coke" Johnny questioned the family as he made a note of it on a small pad, he held firmly in his hand. The family nodded and began talking about how they were so much more important and wealthier than everyone else. Johnny rolled his eyes, he hated arrogant and bigheaded people, but it was his job to serve 'everybody'. He walked over to the bar and poured the drinks, cussing lowly under his breath as he set them back on the family's table. With a quick smile, he served his next customers, a young couple.

Aurelie saw Star across the club. It was hard not to see the other DJ. She made eye contact and stuck her tongue out at her. They were two sepearte people: Aurelie didn't want to cause a scene while Star was the scene. A man came up to her and put his arm around her shoulders. She flinched and jabbed him in the gut with her elbow. He smelled of alcohol and smoke. "Hey buddy, I'm not interested in you." She said as sweetly as she could, batting her eyelashes. He shrugged and quickly grabbed some other girl's ass. That girl seemed to not mind his smell and quickly began "dancing" with him. She waved over at Johnny as he dealt with the birthday girl.

Johnny noticed Aurelie and slowly waved back, whilst taking the girl's order as politely as he could. The brunette girl smiled seducingly and grabbed Johnny's wrist, pulling him close. "You're just simply gorgeous, look at those puppy dog eyes" she breathed in his face, stroking his cheek. "Just one kiss, eh?" she smiled, leaning closer. Johnny brushed her off firmly, disgust in his eyes, but he kept his tone calm and collected. "Not tonight" he told her simply, before getting her order rapidly, too humiliated to look back. He poured the liquid into a cocktail glass and slammed it on the brunette's table. "Ask for that girl over there, next time" he said through gritted teeth, pointing at Elena as he stormed off, towards the toilets.

Lillian gave a smile small to customers as she gave them their drinks. It was very busy tonight and some of these people were rude. She then took a wet cloth and wiped the counter as she took empty glasses and put them where all the dirty dishes went. She walked up to someone who whistled for her. She glared at them and nodded as he ordered. “Okay two cocktails coming up,” she said as she walked off to make the drinks. After they paid she gave them the drinks and walked off to someone else giving them a smile. She was wearing a silky black vest, a short white frilly skirt, with black sandals that day. The vest was fully button up so she didn’t have to wear anything under except a dark purple bra. After taking a few orders she went and made the drinks quickly. She really liked this job it was fun at times. Lillian smiled at the people and was glad she was getting tips. She watched Johny he looked mad she thought as he stromed off towards the toilets. Though she didn't think about it much as she served someone else a drink getting a tip.

"Here is your food," Flicka said, sweeping it down onto the table in a graceful movement. The men didn't appear to notice, instead their eyes were ficked on her form. At the moment she was wearing tight black pants and a saggy white, partly see through shirt. It was meant to glow in blacklight so it was fully see-through. She'd usually get a tip for that. With her charming smile she whirled around to continue around the tables, moving without difficulty. The smell of the alcohol was making her a little dizzy, but the feeling just excited her more than she already was.
"Mam, I need some help."
The waitress turned around to see a young man, maybe five or six years older than she, standing with a gigantic smile on his lips. Despite the feeling in the pit of her stomach she returned the smile with her own, her face seeming to lighten at his presence. "Yes, what can I do?"
As a few pairs of eyes flickered to them he lowered his voice, speaking in her ear gently while gradually getting closer to her. Even though she was one to flaunt her body what he was asking right now was chilling her. "I will see if I can help you with that, Sir, but for now I must finish the orders." With a wink of her eye and a trail of her fingers across his cheek Flicka turned and walked back into the kitchen for the food.

Giggling, Star made a face back at Aurelie, glad that the other DJ was getting a little more comfortable getting some attention. It was hard to be a DJ and not be the center of the dance floor attention because everyone wanted their song to be played when they wanted it and those who didn't were too drunk to care. Star had never pushed Aurelie but the thought of giving her a makeover had crossed her mind a couple times, that girl could be stunning if she only tried a little bit.

Mona's voice crackling through the ear piece, however, slid the smile right off Star's face. Under age kids were one of the biggest problems, especially when they'd be "pre-gaming" the night in hopes of being able to fool Mona by already being drunk. Sure, most of the people working here weren't quite the legal drinking age but you didn't have to be to work here and, as far as Star could tell, most of the employees didn't care too much for drinking in excess like the kids who usually tried to get in. Avoid a couple drunk guys making advances, Star slipped to the inside door just in case things got out of hand for Mona. Four inch heals could hurt.

"Hey babe," a gruff voice slurred. Two large hands planted themselves on either side of Star's head. It was one of those a-little-too-old guys who frequented the club on Saturday nights in hopes of catching a hot-young-thing who's judgment was a little impaired from too much to drink. These guys gave Star the creeps and this one was no different. His button down shirt was un-done half way to his waist, his dull brown eyes were blood shot from the alcohol that was thick on this breath, there was a dark stain on his pants and a piece of toilet paper stuck to the bottom of his left shoe. "Whad'rrr yau doin' aloone? Pwedy giiwrl loike yau... nod aloone..."

"Damn," Star thought as he spit on her face in an attempt to speak. "How did I miss this one coming, he musta drank the whole bar. There goes my idea of being back up for Mona..." Putting one slender hand on his chest, Star pushed him far enough way so that she could breathe without inhaling fumes. "I'm just waiting for a friend," Star said in a sickly-sweet voice, making sure the com-button on her mic was pressed with the other hand. A day at the club didn't pass when Mouse didn't have to throw out a creeper so Star didn't see why she should let today be any different. "You might want to get out of here before he comes by, unless you have a date with the pavement."

Aurelie put a new song on and jumped over the turntable. She saw Star being held by some old guy. She squeezed between the massive amount of partiers and made her way across the dance floor. A few guys tried to dance with her and a girl began to grind on her. She frowned at the girl. If there was one thing the club had too many of, it was too many gay girls. This left the guys wanting any other girl even more.
"Hey pal," Aurelie said, tapping the old guy hard on the shoulder. He was at least 5 inches taller and probably a hundred pounds heavier. "Hands off my girlfriend!" She stepped closer to Star. She put her arm around her waist and pretended to be gay.
"Thatzzz hawt," the drunk said, stepping closer.
"Hey Mouse... Star and I are kind of stuck against a corner right now..." She spoke into the microphone on her hoodie.

"Thatzz hawt," spewed the creeper.

"Shit" Star thought, wrapping her own arms around Aurelie. "Well at least I'm not alone against this SOB." The wave of alcohol fumes grew stronger as the creeper stepped closer without Star's hand pushing him back anymore. She knew the management didn't appreciate the staff getting into fights but sometimes there came a point where it was fight now or go to court later after being in the hospital. Girls dropped out of club life left and right after such nights and Star was not about to become another in the ranks of abused women.

"Don't even think about it ass wipe," Star cooed over Aurelie's call for assistance. "I'm sure there's some nice man waiting for you outside right now if you'd like to take the exit right next to you, then he won't want to worry about what's keeping you so long. It wouldn't do for you to get all beat on your night out." The creeper snarled and leaned closer. "Oh, did I offend you? Sorry about that, but your breath offends me so back the hell off." Star slid her knee up between them and the creeper, making sure to angle him more toward her side instead of toward Aurelie. It would suck to have something happen and plunge her back into the shell she'd been coming out of.

" Sorry ladies I not on sale just the liquor" Craig had said to a group of ladies who should have been cut off of there alcohol about 3 drinks ago. Craig had started working here about 4 months ago and he loves the fact that it is nothing but a constant party when he comes to work. Ladies constantly coming up to him and trying to literally take his clothes off while he was behind the counter. Tonight was one of the nights that he especially liked because of the birthday party they had going on. The rich girl had desperate friends who were giving him bigger tips the drunker they got. Working behind the bar was always busy because of the drinks of the people at the bar and the drinks that the waiters needed.

" That will be two apple martini's right" he asked the ladies. They then pulled him by his tie and whispered in his ear what many woman often did. " Maybe later ladies I am on duty" he said walking away to fix the drinks. At the mixing station he had ran into Elena and she had looked good in her outfit." Now I see how you get your tips" he said to her while mixing the Martini's. The best part of the day to him was before the shift when they had to set up that was the most fun of all.

"SSHHIIIT!! Everybody, hold on. That hugs gonna have to wait Elena..." Mouse Dashed to the front door, to see a group of drunk kids trying to push their way in, while half-attempting to grope Mona at the same time. He pushed Mona out of the way, and pushed himself against the first guy. The determined grin on the kid stopped, as he looked up to see that the supple features of Mona were replaced by the toned chest of Mouse.

"Let's see some I.D. kid.." "Ey, fuck you man!!" "alright.." With that, Mouse bum rushed the kid, and his 4 buddies dragging them all out of the club with him. Mouse did his famous group toss, throwing 5 guys to the floor single handedly. One wise ass thought he was tough enough to get up, and throw a wide swing. Mouse's Army combat, and UFC training kicked in. He simply raised his forearm blocking the wildly slow, and drunk fist then twist his arm around the kids. With a quick motion, and firm grip he brought his hand up to the back of his head and swung his chest down, slamming his knee up against his stomach. The what he guessed as a 19 year old punk, grunted in pain and fell to the floor having the wind knocked out of him. The people in line gasped, and watched in shock, awe, and some in excitement. He turned to everybody else, glaring at them. "I recommend that you all have I.D...." He looked to see the group of kids, stumble to their feet and walk away ashamed. He jogged over to Mona, and nodded to see if she was alright, but had to rush over to Star.

"Aurelie, Star I'm on my way..." He rushed to the dance floor, shoving everyone out of his way. He would then notice a high concentration of men, and decided to get extra physical. The drunk bastard that was trying his hardest to feel up the two women, would suddenly get a muscled arm wrapped around his neck and violently jerked back. "I believe that ladies appreciate their personal space..." The man grunted, and struggled. He looked to see another trying to take his place, and he grabbed that man's collar dragging him back as well. "I'll drop these two off, and then flush out the dance floor. Johnny, you need to watch over Flicka the guys are a bit more persistent then usual. Craig, you're gonna have to keep your guard up. Hands off policy understand?" He charged through he crowd, impressively holding them close. He walked them to the front door and threw them out too. "you guys need to learn some respect.." He looked to Mona to see if she would need help with anything, and looked around the club to see if there was more trouble. "If things don't improve, I'm gonna call in some renta-cops. There's only so much I can do..." He spoke into his ear-piece. Radios were a great way to communicate here.

Despite her strength and usual peace against the drunk population, Flicka was having a much harder time than usual. She was being bussled around, forcing her tray to be expertly manuevered above her head as she squeezed through tightly bunched groups. Nobody appeared to notice her and were constantly bumping into her. The waitress gritted her teeth before finally reaching a table in the far corner of the bar. The men were young; one of them was the man from earlier. He eyed her with his blood-shot gaze with genuine interest. "Here is your food," she said with a charming, flirtatious smile, the one she had been tought to use even though she knew it only turned them on.

Flicka turned and made her way back towards the crowd when someone grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She looked over her shoulder, expecting to see one of her fellow workers, only to see the same man from earlier. With a sigh on her lips she turned to face him, in the process pulling her hand out of his grasp. "May I help you, Sir?"
"I'm in need of a woman," he murmured, playing with a strand of her strawberry colored hair.
She turned her head away from his touch, frowning. "I am a mere waitress, go find someone else."
"But I want you."
"I don't care." She turned on her heel once more to continue when she felt his fingers loop around her belt and hold fast. "Sir, if you don't let go I'll have to--" Flicka almost jumped out of her skin as he pulled her close, bringing her lips to his. On pure instinct she grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him to the side, forcing him to topple onto the ground. "Leave," she spat, eyes filled with rage. "Now."

Elena

"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." Elena giggled bumping hips with Craig and winking at him. "Of course. I'll wait wait Mouse. Do what ya need, but come see me before the end of the night." She said into the mic as she took more orders. She got a break in an hour and she planned to do her usual bar dance for extra tip. She wore bloomers the came down just above her skirt just because she loved the tips. "Strawberry daquari?" She confirmed with a lady that looked more like Justin Beiber's mom and the lady nodded. "Alright." She smiled and went to fetch the drink. She eyed Craig who was flirting heavily with his lady customers and rolled her eyes. She hated when he did that only because she thought he was one of the cutest guys in the club besides Johnny, who just plain out hated her for no reason.

Mona

Mona yelped as the boys pressed her against the door and started groping on her until Mouse came out. She sighed of relief and awe at how he just tossed the boys around like rag dolls. She sighed happily when they were all gone and went back to her business as a few girls that were a little too drunk filed out. Moses came and checked on her and Mona nodded and blew a kiss of thanks before letting two couples in.

" Well you do it right" he said to her after she bumped his hips. He watched her walk away before going back to his Martini's. He finished them up and took them to the very grabby women. " I got it Mouse nobody will touch while I'm watching" he said back into the microphone.Tonight had been a wild night and people were getting more and more wasted as time went on. They all were being harassed sexually in someway or form from the men to the women. Luckily the bar would be closing for an hour to give the bartenders a break since they work the most hours straight. Seeing as it had been announced that the bar was about to close people started to rush it to get their lat drink refills until we got back. When they went on break the bus boy's would restock the drinks and stuff like that. Seeing that it was close to the time to close the bar he had fixed his last drink and walk over to Elena. He always thought that she was smoking hot and had one hell of a body. " You ready to go take this break" he asked her. They then walked to the brake room and sat on the couch in there.

"Jack ass," Star muttered at the guy as Mouse pulled him away. "Thanks sweets, it was nice to have someone to be stuck with... and maybe it kept me from putting a couple holes in him." Winking at Aurelie, Star giggled before she realized that the song was coming to an end and there was no one back there to start another one. People thought there were issues now; the things that happened on a musicless dance floor were things of nightmares and not something that needed to be happening with a birthday girl and her drunk friends around. "Hope you don't mind, Aurelie."

Pushing off the wall Star gave herself a little boost of speed into the wall of bodies on the end of the dance floor. Her clothing in the lights gave people enough warning that she was coming, so most people got out of the way before she careened into them, those who didn't pay attention found themselves falling backwards or with sharp heals on their feet. Four inch heals are typically a daunting thing for most people to run in but not Star, it was just like running in sneakers.

Reaching the turntable she vaulted it, landing on the other side just in time to pick out a song to blend into the previous one. No one seemed to notice the change and things continued as normal. Glancing across the floor Star winked at Aurelie again and motioned her over to take her position again.

Aurelie shook her head and squeezed through the crowds of dancers to get to her spot behind the turntable. She jumped over it and hip-bumped Star out of the way. After she picked out the next few songs she took off her sweatshirt revealing a purple, low cut tank top that didn't even cover her belly button. She watched as the drunks made their way from the bar to the dance floor and stumble as they tried to dance. She giggled when she watched them, because drunk people were funny. At her eighteenth birthday party only a few weeks ago, her friends had gotten wasted and were absolutely crazy.

Johnny glanced at his watch, a frown crossing his face. "Still two hours till my next break" he grumbled, his heart sinking as he looked back at the fresh new wave of customers, heading through the front doors. Feeling slightly irritated and aggravated, he decided to creep through the back entrance, which was locked, but fortunately he had a key. Taking a quick look over his shoulder, Johnny kept low and snuck past the bar and swarm of employees, hopefully unseen as he tip-toed over to the rear door. He pulled out the sliver, small key from his pocket and shoved it into the keyhole, turning it quietly and slowly. It clicked open with a rather loud clung, and Johnny bit his lower lip, praying that no had heard, although the club was fairly noisy anyway. He grinned as he leapt out, closing the door behind him. "Thank fuck for that" he said with a small cheer, treading down the steps towards the high street.

ignore this post!!! So sorry!! ^^'

Noise assaulted Chris before he even opened the employee entrance, announcing a rambunctious night ahead, and was deafening once there wasn't a barrier in the way anymore. "Great," Chris thought, "it's not even late and people are already waisted." A guy reeking of booze backed into Chris as he attempted to cross the dance floor to get to the door. The guy hardly even noticed and definitely didn't act like a human once he realized that Chris worked there. "If I could just..."

Chris didn't mind his job but on nights like tonight was promising to be he wished he could rip some people a new one. There were a lot of kids working here recently because there was such a high turn over rate of the older workers, very few people could put up with club life night after night and those that could didn't typically stick around for very long for the sake of opening their own place. If you had the right space and enough money anyone could start a club in this area and only the really dumb could fail.

Pushing the front door open, Chris grumbled under his breath about the line that stretched around the corner, he stepped into the shadowy corner behind Mona. "Seems like yall could've called me in a little early tonight," Chris said in his normal deep voice. "Mouse looked about to blow a gasket in there, the bar is full to the brim, people are stumbling everywhere, and most of the girls look a little ruff around the edges from some of the sleaze bags in there." His work schedule was typically the later shifts because things got a little tougher the later it got. Mouse was bigger but he was willing to take more responsibility than Chris was so Chris was stuck with the dirty work outside.

Looked to see Chris arrive, and sighed softly in relief. "Yeah, should've thought of that. Well thank god you're here.... Things were looking pretty grim for a moment." He nodded and patted Chris's shoulder. "Alright, Chris has the front. I'm going to make a sweep of the entire place... Don't hesitate to holler." With that he stepped away, on high alert. He needed to check on the birthday girl, he had met her when she first arrived introducing her to the club, and giving her a private pager to call him in case she needed any help.

He looked at the bar, to see people rushing over to get the last drinks before it closed for an hour. He would never understand how they had enough alcohol to serve all these people here. Mouse sighed, and pulled some ass hole away from a group of women he was badgering. What was with the guy's tonight? They seemed to be a whole lot more perverted, and more determined. Along with extra drunk for some reason, maybe that was just him. He turned to the dining area, to see a man topple to the floor and Flicka standing over him with a glare. He put a finger to his ear piece and spoke. "Johnny, go help Flicka out...." He waited for a response, and growled somewhat not hearing anything and looked around. He couldn't find the man anywhere. "Johnny, where the hell are you!? Flicka I'm on my way... God damnit."

Aurelie had seen Johnny disappear out the door, but remained quiet. She thought about chasing after him before, but her turntable could not be left unmanaged. Her area was getting hotter as the dance floor was packed with more people. She ripped the holes in her jeans further so that one side ripped all the way up her leg. She got annoyed and ripped them into shorts that barely covered her butt. From the begginning of the night she had gone from a hoodie and jeans to a tank top and bootie shorts.