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Bloody Midnight

San Francisco, Bloody Midnight Night Club

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a part of Bloody Midnight, by Demented.

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Demented holds sovereignty over San Francisco, Bloody Midnight Night Club, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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San Francisco, Bloody Midnight Night Club is a part of Bloody Midnight.

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Lia Marie Antonelli [0] "Is there anythine else I can get you, Love?"
Hastings Dellphie [0] And what can I get you?
Jon Phantasia De' Fantasm BM [0] A versatile guy with experience in every aspect of clubbing.
Cora Stiller [0] "Sweetie, Get your hand off my ass or I'll let your nuts meet my foot. I'm the manager."
A.J. "Rocky" Goldman [0] The nice guy D.J. who mixes up beats at Midnight.
Namira Blackthorn [0] The fiesty bar owner with a bit of a temper.
Charlie West [0] Smartass bartender who doesn't play by the rules.
Sam North [0] The quiet DJ who lets his music do the talking
Reap Castion [0] Walk away, or end up in a body cast. Your choice.

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"Fuck you man! Fuck You and all of your FAMILY!". Namira let out a heavy sigh as the man spoke to her, no...rather yelled out her in a very rude way."Fuck me? Oh no that would never happen you piece of shit, now either get the hell out of my bar or I swear I will stick my boot so far up your ass you will be shitting blood for a week do you understand me?". The clearly intoxicated man stumbled back from the bar and managed to fall over one of the stools.Several patrons laughed and pointed, something Namira didn't understand because the situation clearly wasn't amusing.Letting out another long sigh Namira walked towards the man and bent down, picking him up by the back of his jacket with her pale hands. The bright red color of her nails was shown as they were pressed right against the mans neck. She began dragging him out of the bar and towards the alleyway, causing several patrons to watch in amazement as the five foot seven inch woman walked outside. It seemed impossible for her to pick up the man as he was rather muscular, but it might have been due to the adrenaline pumping through her veins at the time.

She pushed him out the door and let out a long list of obscenities before giving a look to one of the bouncers and stepping back inside the club. She leaned against the black velvet door and banged her head back on it, her long black hair now tumbling out of the curled style they were in and out on her shoulders. Her blue eyes were lit with anger and excitement from the little scuffle, something that only made her more dangerous and attractive looking. She glanced down at her outfit and rolled her eyes noticing that she had a small amount of blood on her white and black plaid shirt."Dammit...this was NEW!"She said clenching her right hand into a fist while her other grabbed at the stain.

Deciding it was better to just suck it up and wear the stained clothes rather then go home and change Namira made her way over towards the VIP room where several socialites were partying. She checked regularly on this room because she knew small quarters and party people sometimes meant one thing. Drugs. That shit didn't fly in her club so she was forced to regularly look around in that area. It wasn't like she didn't trust her patrons, but you never really knew now did ya? She carefully walked over towards the VIP room and took a quick sneak peek in only to find several people making out."Ew..."She said before backing away and moving back towards the dance floor.Pulsing music was blaring all around her, a sound she had become accustomed too in the recent year of opening up the club. She glanced around searching for her employees in the mass of people. Most of them should be here by now....

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Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale.

Snuffing out a cigarette with his shoe and lazily exhaling, unassuming grey eyes flicking down towards his pocket as he felt a familiar buzz against his thigh. Fingers deftly flipping open the device and poking at a button or two as he shut off the alarm that reminded him he was now fifteen minutes late for work. Right on time. He casually pushed his weight off the brick wall, took two steps to round the corner where the fluorescent lit front entrance of Bloody Midnight brightly contrasted the time of night. If anyone was wondering, or couldn't quite figure it out, yes, he was late on purpose. If only to rile up Namira or Cora just a bit, just for fun.

Dressed in a slightly modified version of BM's uniform, West finally began closing the short distance between between him and the front of the line that stretched around the corner in the opposite direction. Black slacks, black button down, black shoes. White tie, white pair of suspenders that he refused to lift over his shoulders, instead letting them dangle down by his white studded belt. Needless to say those were probably his two favorite colors. "'Hey' Mario." He greeted one of the bouncers who immediately moved the rope and stepped aside. He gave a nod of his head, and a smooth glance over his shoulder at the patrons waiting to enter. Plenty of attractive women, he'd definitely make a decent amount in tips tonight. He couldn't help but notice the bleeding body another bouncer was escorting off the premises. He smirked. Namira was clearly in a good mood tonight.

Hands stuffed in his pockets, West let the door shut, however briefly, behind him the blaring sound of club music instantly pounding against his skull. He glanced up to the DJ's booth curiously just to see who was up there at the moment, before letting his eyes continue to scan the length of the establishment. He easily crossed the room, weaving and maneuvering through the crowd with habitual ease as he slinked up behind the owner of Bloody Midnight, the person who held his job in her hands, her very violent hands. He could practically still see the smoke fuming from her ears from the recent encounter with bloody bill outside, but that only encouraged the young bar tender further as he slung an arm around her shoulder and pulled her up against his torso a tad. "Evenin' sweetheart." He cooed playfully in her ear before his body naturally and casually ducked away, out of her arm's length all before she could react and possibly have him in a headlock or smack him upside the head. He may have been cocky, but he wasn't overly idiotic. At least not enough to tease a lion, a lion with a black belt.

"I'll be at the bar." He said offhandedly with a quick wave over his shoulder, as if he didn't really need to be there right now. A few long strides and he effortlessly lept over the bar top and clapped a hand on the current tender's shoulder. "Reinforcements have arrived." He grinned, to which the person gave an exasperated sigh. "Yeah well, finally. If this were a real battle, I'd be dead because reinforcements were suppose to be here fifteen minutes ago." West gave a playful eye roll before resting one forearm on the bar in front of the next customer. "Either way, you're relieved of duty." He said flatly with dismissive wave of his free hand before his gaze smoothly transitioned to the blond sitting in front of him. A grip slipped across his lips. "And how may I help you, miss?"

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Namira's eyes widened slightly at the arm that was hung around her slender shoulders for probably five seconds before it was removed. Of course it was West. Late as usual with his usual flirty demeanor. She would have scolded him but he was already out of sight, and out of mind before Namira could mutter a word. "Well goddammit..."She muttered under her breath, glancing around to see where her other employees were, or rather weren't seeing as most of them were as lazy as West. She had given him the job for one, and only one reason. He could make drinks that could put any pissed off woman in a good mood. He was handsome too which was an added bonus since a lot of the girls around here knew him and came to see him, bringing Namira more money then she knew what to do with.

"I swear if he's late one more time..."She growled as she moved closer towards the bar, watching as he began flirting with an attractive blonde woman, one who was of course flirting back with the tardy bartender.She wouldn't fire him, he was too good for business, and she rather liked the guy even though his lack of punctuality pissed her off. Suddenly Namiras phone began to vibrate agaisnt her hip where it was inside her leather black jacket."Oh god whoes calling me..."She paused as she pulled the phone out and looked at the caller I. D."Dad". Shit, she had forgot about her parents anniversary, and the fact that she was supposed to call him."H..hey Dad..."She said loudly, but in that little kid voice that actually said"CRAP I AM SO SORRY!". She placed her hand on her left ear and held the phone to her left, doing her best to block out the sound of the current song which was the "Rump Shaker " song from the band she currently couldn't recall.

"DAD I CAN'T HEAR YOU.....YES I KNOW THE MUSICS LOUD..."

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A.J. let out a loud laugh as he watched Namira throw the drunk dude out into the street, once again surprising him with both her strength and her temper. He was leaning agaisnt the wall of the club, chatting with a musican who was trying to get in."Sorry dude, try talking to the owner ....though I wouldn't do that right this very second."He gave the guy a pat on the arm before sneakily making his way into the club."YO! Mario let me in mate or else Namiras gonna have my ass ." The large bouncer grinned and then shook his head."You and Sam both need to learn how to get your white asses here earlier ."A.J. gave his signature smirk and then adjusted his grey beanie."Dude I know I know promise not to let it happen again, so let me in ya?"The bouncer rolled his eyes and pulled open the red rope, letting the D.J. pass through.

"Thanks broski, catch ya later."He laughed , giving the bouncer a wave as he head inside quickly. The club was literally packed, people standing so close together some of them looked like Siamese twins. He had slight difficulty making his way over to the D.J. booth, relieving the part time D.J. from it."DUDE!" The part timer said as, as A.J still had yet to remember his name."Ya Dude?" "DUDE! Learn to get here earlier I am freaking exhausted!" A.J rolled his eyes and then gave him a shover."Won't happen again now go party or sleep or whatever mmk?"

This was where he truly lived. The beats that filled the room made his life go round. This was also the only safe place from Namira when she was in a mood, something he usually found hilarious and scary.

"Alright, I'mm dedicate this next song to NAMIRA BLACKTHORN, OWNER AND LOCAL BAD ASS OF BLOOOOOODY MIDNIGHT!" The crowd went wild and the dancing became even more rowdy as he began to play the club mix of Akon's "Sexy Bitch"

He knew wherever she was at, she would probably laugh, or be really pissed and go looking.
IT was going to be a fun night.

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Reap watched namira toss the drunker out on his ass as he got off his harley "sometimes i wonder why you need bouncers" He chuckled slightly as the drunk asshole stood up and looked like he was about to try and get in, before half walking half running away. "you leave quite a impression on people girl, remind me never to piss you off ya?" he walked up to the entrance, shoving his way past a line of people while doing so. He shot a glance at the bouncer."Im next shift go on home" The bouncer didn't move at his words, which was understandable since this was Reaps first night and few had seen him so far. "Hey man, would i lie to you?" The bouncer stared at him before blowing smoke in his face from his cig.Reaps fist closed.damn, this guy is looking for trouble... "HEY NAMIRA!" Reap called out loud over the music hoping to get her attention. Calm down, don't want to blow another job. weather this prick deserves it or not Reap sized up the bouncer, He was buff and big, bigger than Reap, most likely thought he could take anyone who crossed him out. Reap undid his coat partially, leaving it hanging over one shoulder, covering up his left hand which dug into his pocket and grabbed his brass knuckles, all this unseeable to the bouncer. Just doing his job. Then the bouncer placed a hand on Reaps shoulder and shoved him back saying "fuck off" Reap stumbled back half a step, his eyes narrowing as his temper went from mad to pissed "Touch me again" Reap spoke "and ill break your fucking fingers"....Reap tended to have good control, he could refrain himself from attacking someone if they verbally insulted him...most of the time, or even when they went so far as to get in his face, but the moment someone layed a hand on him or tried to attack him, that side of him that his parents had always said had 'anger management issues' Would surface and his whole attitude would change. It had its upsides, made him good at jobs as a bodyguard or security and even fighting, although it also had its downsides, In airports, jail cells,elevators, and that particularly bad time in a submarine....

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Namira still struggled to speak on the phone, though her blood pressure probably skyrocketed when she heard""Alright, I'mma dedicate this next song to NAMIRA BLACKTHORN, OWNER AND LOCAL BAD ASS OF BLOOOOOODY MIDNIGHT!" .She listened as Akon's Sexy Bitch came on and rolled her eyes. She had already hung up her phone when she took notice of Mario and Reap giving each other glares.She zipped up her black leather jacket, begging to feel more and more annoyed as she practically stomped outside."MARIO, yes this is the new bouncer Reap. Let him take his shift alright buddy?"She said tilting her head to the left, revealing her small black tattoo on her neck. Her piercings shined brightly from the streaks of moonlight that were able to pass from the clouds.Mario gave a small nod and moved aside, allowing Reap to take his position."Good man, now go home and get some rest so you can break some skulls for me tomorrow."She gave a quick wink to the bouncer, one he returned and then straightened up to give a look towards Reap."Listen here, don't let anyone whose already drunk in here. Don't let old people in here unless there one with brown hair, blue eyes and kind of looks like me. If I SO MUCH SEE you let a large group of girls in just because they flirted with you, your ass is mine alright?"She gave him a small pat on the shoulder and then ruffled his hair, a very surprising action for such a violent woman."You do good, you keep your job, do bad and well....you get the idea." She gave a wink and then moved past the rope to go back inside.

She was greeted as soon as she went inside by a small petite woman who looked to be around 24, 26 age range."Need something?"Namira asked the woman with a slightly curious edge to her usual blunt tired voice."Ye..YES I was wondering if you could possibly tell me if the place can be booked up for a birthday party.Namiras eyebrows raised so far that her black bangs covered them from view."I'm sorry I'm afraid we don't really do.."She was cut off shortly by the sound of a zipper, only to notice the woman opening her zebra patterned purse and pulling out a large wad of cash, held together by a black money clip."I can pay you quite a bit. It's for my daughters twenty-first birthday and.." Namira was now the one to cut her off."Come up with me to my office and we can talk about ..."This lady must have married a guy with a dodgy ticker or something....because that was a shit ton of money...and she was young.

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Hastings mixed up her Fairy from Hell, Alexander Keiths, orange juice, rum and coke and six vodka shots. She put all the drinks on a circular servers tray and picked the tray up and lifted it above her head and the crowd. Hastings walked through the crowd in her black boots, a white dress with "server" spray painted in black amd her hair was pulled back in a slick ponytail. She wore little make up, just black eyeliner. Hastings made her way through the crowd, moving her body with the music along the way. She danced up the stairs to the VIP room and handed out the drinks, not one was spilled. She took two more orders, cheered up a dumped girl and rejected a perve on her way back. "Hey West." she greeted.

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Namira spent probably more time she needed haggling with the woman about her daughters birthday party. She lead the women out of her office and gave her a small wave , frowning as soon as she saw the woman leave."Bitchy rich people..."She spat out before stomping down the silver steps and back out onto the dancefloor. She quickly saw Hastings moving through the crowd and moved to stop her."OI! I think I'm going to have you just be serving people alright? West and Lia probably got this. I need more damn servers then bartenders alright, though you can make drinks if both of them are busy ."She patted the newer girl on the back and then moved to snake her way through the crowd once again.


Her phone once more rang again, this time to the "Jaws Theme". It was her mother calling her now."OH DAMMIT will it never freaking end!" She let out a defeated sigh and answered the phone."Hey Mom...."The sound of a shriek moved through the phone, seeming to smash Namiras ear drum."WHERE WERE YOU CHILD? HMM? You said you were going to call your papa and I but we get nothing? ARE YOU SO BUSY YOU CANNOT CALL YOUR PARENTS ON THEIR ANNIVERSARY.". "Mama I..""Mozete biti miran!" Namira winced as if her mother had come out from the phone and whacked her on the head. Yelling in English was one things, but yelling in Croatian...their native tongue? Her mom was beyond pissed."Sorry!" Namira said, doing her best to quickly get a word in while her mother continued spurting out several obscenities."Fine fine but now you better go visit Mama and Papa or I swear child..." Her mom hung up on her causing Namira to bit her lip with worry.

"I think I need a drink....." She mumbled and wandered aimlessly over to the bar.

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Lia let out a huge fit of laughter when she caught a glimpse of Namira throwing some drunk out on his ass, literally just about. She had been making a Cosmo for some peppy blond when she heard yelling coming from somewhere on the other side of the room, which she stopped making just to make sure she didn't miss a single beat of Namira, the bad ass boss/bouncer. Her attention swung back to the blond, who was now clearing her throat and glaring at the dark-haired bartender. Lia rolled her eyes and sighed as she finished making the drink, then slid it across the counter. "That'll be six dollars, love." she told the girl, making no effort to hide the condescending tone in her voice.

After taking the girls money, Lia walked to the other side of the bar, having to stop several times to tell people she'd be right with them. Normally, she wouldn't be working the entire bar all alone, but tonight she had a shift with West, who was always late. She had been working her ass off for the past fifteen minutes, waiting for him to finally show up but not holding her breath. As if to spite her, the moment she was walking towards the customer nearest her, West hopped over the bar and landed with a thud.

"Reinforcements have arrived." he said to her, grinning at her the way he always did, but instead of grinning back, Lia just sighed. "Yeah well, finally. If this were a real battle, I'd be dead because reinforcements were suppose to be here fifteen minutes ago." she told him and watched as he rolled his eyes, then told her she was relieved of her 'duty'. She moved next to him, where he began taking the order of another blond, this one looking just as peppy as the last one she served, and leaned over his shoulder so he could hear her over the loud music. "Actually, West." she said, standing close to him and not liking it that much, but it was the only way she'd know he heard her, "My shift is the same as yours all the time now. Talked to Namira about it because of some schedule changes I've had. Hope you don't mind." With that, she pushed herself away from him and to the back of the bar. Lia herself really needed a drink, if she was going to keep putting up with all the up-beat peppy bitches that seemed to be everywhere in the club tonight. She crouched down and rummaged through the lower cabinets of the bar, pushing a few bottles, extra glasses and rags out of the way before finding the bottle of Patron that she put there so it wouldn't get used by every bartender that came through the joint. She set it on the back counter and poured it into a shot glass that was already out, then put the bottle back where she found it. Namira never minded her drinking on the clock and it was never really an issue, Lia held her alcohol better then all of the girls that stepped foot inside Bloody Midnight.

A few minutes, and a couple of drinks later, Lia saw Namira headed toward the bar, looking slightly upset and in desperate need of a drink. After pushing past a few girls and one half-drunk guy, Namira finally made it to the bar and Lia moved over to where she stood.

"Whoa. You don't look so good." Lia said to her boss/friend, "Is it because of that drunk jackass and the blood he got on your shirt?" She gestured towards Namira's white plaid shirt and shook her head. "He deserved it, and you know I always love seeing you beat the shit out of every guy in here who thinks they can pick a fight against you. And it's certainly better then watching West flirt with girls all night." Lia glanced in West's direction then winked at Namira and let a small grin stretch across her lips. "You need a drink, what can I get ya'?"

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"Actually, West." - "My shift is the same as yours all the time now. Talked to Namira about it because of some schedule changes I've had. Hope you don't mind."

Feeling her close against his side, West was aware of where he head was, thus only bothered to slightly turn his head to speak to her, keeping eye contact with the blond for a lingering moment. "As long as you flirt with me, Lia. Can't have you throwing off my game." He teased then grinned before falling back into his nightly routine of making women feel as if they owed it to him to tip him well, rather than him owing them a great drink in exchange for a great drink. Hell, his drinks were always great and it a very efficient system if you asked him. It wasn't like he was taking any of these women home, he was just 'doing his job' so to speak. Doing it quite well, if he didn't say so himself....Which he did. ;)

West gave a final wink to the blond, coupled with his signature half smirk. The one that made it appear as if he knew something he shouldn't, or perhaps that he'd mastered the inimitable Mona' Lisa's smile. Either way it was disarming, and charming leaving the woman only able to coyly giggle as she slipped him a tip and hoped he'd come back to speak to her soon. He wouldn't. Not unless she was ordering a drink of course.

"Alright, I'mma dedicate this next song to NAMIRA BLACKTHORN, OWNER AND LOCAL BAD ASS OF BLOOOOOODY MIDNIGHT!"

An amused look suddenly brandished West's features as he shook his head at no one in particular. A quick glance up towards the D.J's booth proved it to be none other than A.J. He should have known. Especially when the song Sexy Bitch rang out through the speakers of the club probably making anyone who was standing anyone near them temporarily deaf. And no, he wasn't exaggerating. Barely.

As he mixed drinks, flipped cups, and poured out some alcohol for a few more customers, hearing his name somehow through the noise, West quirked an eyebrow and turned so he could put a face to the familiar voice. It was hard to tell with all the music blasting. Hastings. He instantly gave a mock salute, as he reached under the bar right quick to grab a unopened bottle of tequila then he twisted around and grabbed a few shot glasses. He poured them all with a single tilt of the bottle before wiping up the spilled alcohol a small towel. As he snatch and downed one of the shots for himself, he proceeded to reach forward and set the rest of Hastings' tray. "Deliver those to that table over there, yeah?" He winked at the server and was once again off, gliding along the bar top in search of his next big tip.

Just as he was about to initiate a conversation with a cute, but slightly older brunette who looked like she had a good amount of cash Namira's undeniable -I need a drink- face appeared in his peripheral vision. He ducked away from the brunette and immediately went to work making a slightly more potent version of the owner's favorite drink. "Gotcha' covered." He said, slipping up from behind Lia just as she asked what Namira wanted. He lightly rested his arm on his fellow bartender's shoulder, to where all he had to do was slid the glass across the bar top to the owner when she had finally pushed through the crowd and reached the bar. And as easy as that, he was forgiven for his tardiness as far as he was concerned. "I made it a double." He informed her before straightening his posture, removing his arm from the part of Lia's body that had become his leaning post temporarily as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Looks like you're gonna need a few more of those to make it through the night." He announced, as if she wasn't aware herself of her fatigued and stressed state.

Thank you, Captain Obvious.

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Namira smiled at both her bartenders. She grabbed the drink West had made her and leaned her head back drinking most of it before setting it back on the bar and letting out a sigh."Much appreciated my tardy friend. Nice to see ya too lady "She gave a small wink at Lia before downing the rest of her drink."So listen, some chick is having her 21st birthday here tommrow. I know It's last minute but her mom offered me a rather ridicilous amount of money. Money I am WILLING to share if you all come to work early and help me set up ."She took a look into her empty glass and then motioned for West to get her another."I'm probably going to need a hell of a lot more then this to deal with the rest of the shit going on today....."

"So how are you both liking the new serving girl? You think shes cut out for working here? Same question for the new bouncer too.."She wasn't sure about the two of them, but then again she hadn't been too sure about West and Lia. As she was about to grab a pretzel from the large bowl that was set up Namira felt a small tap on her shoulder. She turned around only to see a slightly attractive, and heavily intoxicated man.

"Hey babe wanna dance?"His words were slurred slightly and his breath smelled like puke. Puke with tequila."Babe? Really? Babe?" Namira raised an eyebrow and then crossed her pale arms, her hair still in a disarray from the fight she had been in earlier."Listen...I'm the own-.."As usual she was interrupted by the man leaning in close to her face and going in to whisper in her ear. He didn't end up that far, instead the guy was on the floor faster then anyone could see. Namira had jumped down and swept her right leg out, causing the man to stumble and fall on his hands.

Namira stuck her well manicured fingers in her mouth and gave a loud whistles causing two secruity guards to come over."Take the trash out please and thank you boys!". She watched as the large men bent down and picked up the drunk man, his head bobbing as they walked towards the exit."WELL.....make that two drinks West..."

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A.J's hands were moving faster then most people would have thought was possible. This was what happened when you grew up with A.D.D. You either became a D.J. or a .....well he didn't know. He did a quick mic check before speaking into the little black mic he kept near his music."Alright my peeeeeeeeopppple, tonight were going to mix it up with a little Basshunter, heres.."All I ever Wanted"! He released the mic and then quickly inserted the disc into the machine, waiting until he heard the familiar song begin to play. He guessed people appreciated him playing the club favorite from the several"FUCK YEAHS" he heard throughout the club.


All I ever wanted
Was to see you smiling
All I ever wanted
Was to make you mine

I know that I love you
Oh baby, why don't you see?
That all I ever wanted
Was you and me


He placed his hands on the two large discs and began spinning them rapidly, giving off a scratchy sound. He spun in place and started laughing as he noticed some of the people down below were making fun of him. He flipped them off and continued doing his thing.

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Reap grunted at her words, briefly annoyed when he ruffled his hair. He placed his coat back in its original position letting the brass knuckles drop into his pocket. “You got it. No drunks, no flirting girls. Don’t worry, Iv done this kind of thing before.” That brought back some memories from his time as a body guar. Sighing he stood straight watched the line and undid the rope occasionally, However the impulse of fighting that he had with Mario was still in him, buried under a calm exterior, yet burning with a passion. In lamence terms it would not be good for the first guy who tried to get into the club without permission. Someone walked up to the rope, he spoke his words a little slurry. “hey man…heard thisss was the bessst clubs in townssss.” Reap sized him up briefly before replying, “Sorry mate, all full” The man assumed a dumbfounded look on his face, Reap examined his eyes before realizing the man wasn’t drunk..he was stoned. The man spoke: “Fuuuuulll, noo suchs thing forrr a goos clubssss” The man tried to move toward the rope, Reap placed a hand on his chest and shoved him back causing him to hit a wall. “There is when someone like you is trying to get in, now hit the Briggs before I lose my temper.” The stoned man sat there, his dumbfounded look turning partially to anger before storming off. Reap then watched Namira take out yet another guy who was then tossed out. “damn, and she needs bouncers?” He muttered under his breath. Someone then attempted to shove his way past Reap, only to be rewarded by being pushed don his ass. “hey fuck off punk< no one gets by forcing there way” The man got up and turned to walk away, Reap relaxed a little, let someone else in, then noticed out of the corner of his eye a switch blade coming towards him, He quickly turned and sidestepped it, he caught the mans arm and twisted it causing a sickening snap, Reap then twisted behind the guy and caught him by the back of the neck, literally throwing him out onto the street, so hard he hit the door making a rather nice size dent. “eh, next time I take your fucking arm off mate” He chuckled to himself as the punk ran off, Reap bent down and picked up the knife as the music switched, He pocketed it and let another person into the club. gotta love jobs like this

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((I didn't realize we'd started!!))

Whenever Sam stepped into Bloody Midnight, the first thing he always noticed was the music playing. Tonight was no different, other than the fact that he was running insanely late. He really should think about investing in a watch. At least the party didn't have to be put on hold because of his lateness; AJ was already running the turn tables. Sam smiled and waved at the other DJ as he walked in, footsteps instinctively matching the beat of the music. He'd be ready to take over as soon as Rocky was done. For now, though, he needed to find his boss and make sure he wasn't fired for being over and hour late.

At the moment, Namira was hanging around the bar, and it the blood on her shirt was any indicator, she wasn't having a good night. At least Hastings wasn't working the bar at the moment. Sam could already feel his cheeks turning red just thinking about her. In the past few months, the DJ had been slowly but surely developing a crush on the waitress. Taking a breath to banish the flush on his cheeks, Sam made a bee-line for his pissed-looking boss.

"Hey, Namira," he panted, the run from his apartment starting to take its toll. "Listen, I'm sorry I'm late. Borders was packed today, and I had to run home to get changed, and... It won't happen again, I promise." In retrospect, trying to juggle a day job at a booksellers and his passion of DJ-ing may not have been one of Sam's better ideas. But he needed the money, and he was more than capable of handling the task.

...Probably.

Maybe?

Hopefully.

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""Much appreciated my tardy friend. Nice to see ya too lady "- ."So listen, some chick is having her 21st birthday here tomorrow. I know It's last minute but her mom offered me a rather ridiculous amount of money. Money I am WILLING to share if you all come to work early and help me set up ." -"I'm probably going to need a hell of a lot more then this to deal with the rest of the shit going on today.....""

"So how are you both liking the new serving girl? You think shes cut out for working here? Same question for the new bouncer too.."

West gave a curt nod to Namira as she thanked him, easily ignoring her tardy comment as if it hadn't been made. It didn't matter much anyhow. He could only sport half grin as his boss guzzled the glass of alcohol in record time. Before she even motioned for him to get to work on a second one, he was a step ahead only nodding a second time when she did so, and in under a minute he was reaching across the bar top to hand her a second. This time it wasn't a double, while she needed the drink, she also didn't need to be completely drunk after a few drinks either. As he did so, West was listening to her proposition with curious ears. At the word early, his posture slouched as he dramatically collapsed into Lia, letting out an audible groan. "Earrrly?" He felt the need to ask even though he knew he had heard her correctly the first time. Eyes narrowing, he shifted his weight, dropping his elbows to the bar top. "A ridiculous amount of money, you say?" He added as an after thought. Of course he would do the job, he just felt the need to make a scene first. "Alright, alright. I'll do it. No need to twist my arm about it." West remarked be standing straight. "Meanwhile, I'm gonna go make some money. - Lia, don't let our lovely employer get to drunk. She still needs to sign our checks."

And with a sly grin and wave over his shoulder, West was off on the opposite end of the bar intent on persuading that brunette from before that is was only fair that she share some of her money with him.

(Eh, sorry this one's not to great I don't think. I'm lacking the ability to come up with clever remarks at the moment. West's usually witty-er than this. )

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Namira rolled her eyes and grabbed her drink giving a brief wave to her favorite sarcastic waiter. Her eyes perked up as she took a drink and heard the familiar sound of Sam's voice."Well well well lookie who decided to show up hmm? Look I get about the whole juggling two jobs thing but cmon buddy try not to do it again alright?" She gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder to let him know she wasn't mad. He was just lucky that this was her second glass before he had come to talk to her."By the way I just told West and Lia about this, there's some chick having her birthday party in here tomorrow so I actually need ya here earlier then usual. Yes there will probably be a big bonus if ya do good too alright. Make sure to tell A.J. that I noticed his skinny ass was late as well and not to do it again. I need you both here early tomorrow and SOBER!" She said pounding her now empty glass on the bar for dramatic effect.

She gave him a small nod and was about to speak when her phone began to vibrate again. Though this time it wasn't her parents."Hello? "She answered in a loud voice, her hand clutching the phone tightly to her ear."Pozdrav Nisam mislio da cu biti u mogucnosti da biste dobili drzite vas.". Croatian. Though it wasn't her mother, instead the voice was oddly male and extremely tired sounding."Tko je, dovraga ovo?" She asked speaking back in their language glancing around the bar.


Who the hell was this?

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Hastings took the shots that West had poured her, over to the table. She gave a nice smile to the girls, one even slipped her their number and Hastings winked back. As soon as she had a second she grabbed something and made a mad dash for the dj booth. She waved to A.J.and motioned to the drink in her hands, his favorite. Then sat it down before going off again. As she made her way down to the lounge, getting a bomb of orders before going to West and Lia. "Hey beautifuls. Here is what I've got for you:..." she began as she started rolling off the drinks.

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Reap gazed at the long line of people, most which most likely wouldn't even make it into the club. Reap's thoughts wandered, from flashbacks to ideas to fighting. He briefly wonderd if he should take up part time fighting in UFC again, then shrugged the thought off. His eyes wandered to the line again, seeing a small group of 4 people working together to shove there way through the crowd. odd He was just getting ready to greet the four and kindly tell them to leave when as one of them pushed through another person his waste coat swung open partially allowing Reap to glimpse the handle of a holstered handgun. As they reached the red rope one of them flashed a badge. Another said"FBI, we would like to talk to the owner of this establishment." Reap stood there for a second, before answering: "we'll, shes just inside. ill go get her" Reap went into the club and looked around for nanise, seeing her he called out. "eh boss " and made his way towards through the crowd.

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The phone call was interrupted by the new bouncer calling out "Boss". Namira turned around and pulled the phone away from her ear and raised a thin black eyebrow."Yesss?". She paused for a moment, noticing that four men had made their way rather hastily into her club."Hey hey there I don't know...". It was as if everybody enjoyed interrupting her today because that's just what the men did, well one of them anyways. He was bald, probably in his mid fourties. Not someone you would expect to see at a nightclub unless it was some sort of fetish club.She shut up as soon as he flashed his badge giving him a large perky smile."How can I help you gentlemen?"

The men exchanged glances between each other before motioning for her to take a seat.Uh oh. For some reason this felt like a very bad episode of Law and Order or something, this causing her to let out a small grin which immediately vanished as soon as the bald man looked at her."Well what do you all need?"She said right after taking a sit at her favorite bar stool and crossing her legs over one another."Do you know a Christopher Jericho?" Of course they wanted Chris. Her brother, well technically he was adopted, but still her brother had always been one to get into trouble."Yes, he's my brother.."She said in a way like."Yes Mom, I did my laundry."In a tired and irate sort of way.

"Well then did you know that he has a warrant for his arrest for ..."The FBI guy paused and then took out a note pad to look over exactly what her brother was wanted for.Jesus Christ they couldn't ever remember what they came here for? No wonder regular cops called them a Fucking Bunch of Idiots."No I am not hiding him, whatever he did is not my issue. I run a simple club, I run a good business . So if you all don't have any further questions and your not here to drink can you please leave hmm? " She might have been a civilian, but she sure as hell wasn't going to allow them to just walk into her club and act like THEY owned the place.

"Well..uh...if you hear from him, here's my card..."The man muttered under his breath, pulling out a small plain note card with his phone number on it. Weird that it wasn't lamented or had a logo of any sort. "Alright ....buh bye now.." She said giving them a very fake cheerful wave before turning and rubbing her temples."I will not commit murder or assault tonight, I will not commit murder or assault tonight." She began chanting slowly as if to reassure herself.

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Jon entered the Bloody Midnight lounge and sensed something was up. He spotted Namira and walked up to her. "Hey, what did the FBI want?" He asked as he motioned the bartender to get him his usual, which was a bloody mary. He looked around. Business was booming tonight, the floor was packed. The current DJ was pretty good, on Jon's opinion, but he could tell some of the people wanted to hear something else. He leaned back as he waited for his drink, occasionally waving to some person who recognized him.

(sorry if it's short, Im testing the waters. This is my first club RP)

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I need to get to my post again ya?" Hey boss i was just gonna warn u bout the FBI but u got it covered. ill be out front. Oh! boss if you get some free time i need to talk to you out front sometime tonight." Reap, turned and briskly walked away, chances are to many people had gotten in the club without being let in while he was gone. He got back to the entrance, after herding a few people away from the rope. Leaned on the wall and pulled out the badge he had lifted from one of the FBI agents as they walked by, its surface felt like metal but Reap new better, in the army he had been trained how to spot fake I.D and badges in case someone tried to infiltrate a base camp while he was on guard by using fake credentials. He turned the badge over and pulled out a lighter, he held it under the badge for a second and it began to melt instead of burn. proving it to be plastic, he put up the lighter and slid the badge in his other pocket. Better not leave my post again, ill wait till a time when she comes over to tell her. never good when fake FBI are around. He then dismissed the thought from his mind and went back to manegeing the red rope.

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Sam flinched a bit at Namira's initial greeting, bit gave a mental sigh of relief when he realized all was forgiven. That meant she was probably a bit buzzed at the moment. Thanking his lucky stars--and his boss, of course, he plotted down onto one of the bar stools, saying his hellos to Lia and West while still trying to catch his breath. His attention picqued at the mention of the private party. He honestly never would have expected Namira to go for that, at least not without putting up one he'll of a fight. Maybe that explained the bloodstains... Either way, it was obviously good money, which meant it was imperitive that he get to work on time tomorrow. Luckily, he had any early shift at Borders the next day, so making it here on time wouldn't be much of a problem.

'Hey, beautifuls!'

Sam tensed visibly in his seat as he heard the voice of his crush. Practically right behind him, no less. While his mind screamed for him to turn around and say something, the rest of his body just couldn't comply. That was the curse tha came with being shy and quiet: when the time came to speak up, you just froze. It was the story of his life.

Keeping his head down to hide the fact that his face was doing a wonderful impression of a tomato, Sam hurridly excused himself from the bar, only stopping his retreat to catch the barstool he'd nearly knocked over. Grinning sheepishly and feeling like a total idiot, he sped off to the DJ's turntables, hoping to redeem himself by taking over for AJ. After weaving in and out of a hoard of dancers, he finally reached his destination, tapping the currently stationed DJ on the shoulder. "Hey, Rocky! Can we talk?"

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Namira had given a nod towards Reap before turning towards Jon and smiling."They were here about my brother....god damn idiot probably fucked up again. Oh well, what can you do right?" She gave him a small smile before her phone went off again."JESUS Christ almighty what the hell is with people calling me."She rolled her eyes and then answered her phone."Hello?"."Heya Sestra." Of course her brother would be calling her."IDIOT! What did you do?" She said yelling loudly into the phone, once again taking a seat at the bar."I. .. dobio u malo problema." She rolled her eyes."I get the fact your in trouble , the goddamn FBI came into my club y'know?!". Silence on the phone, though she could hear her brothers heavy breathing."FBI .... ono sto su oni izgledaju?" Namira raised an eyebrow then looked around, noticing the nervous way her brother now spoke.

"One guy was bald, the other ones had some tattoos but..."."Oni nisu bili FBI-ja idiot!" Namira pulled the phone away from ear and then whisper/yelled into it."What do you mean there not FBI, and fuck you! I'm not the idiot who got themselves into trouble alright?" Another brief pause."Zao nam je .... ali oni nisu bili FBI. Oni su bili clanovi bande" Namira sighed and then rubbed her temples with her free hand."Well ...what do gang members want with you hmm?"

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A.J glanced around to notice Sam making his way over to him, asking to talk. He gave him a one sec look before reaching into the mic."Alright alright I'mma play a good paced song here Ladies and gentlemen ENJOYYYYYYYYYYYY." He pushed a button, watching as the large neon light above them began to blink rapidly, causing a rave like effect. Namira had bought it for the club just for A.J knowing he really liked the colors. The song "Pretty Rave Girl" bursted through the speakers and several girls started screaming in delight.

A.J rolled his eyes and then gave Sam a nod as he waited for him to speak, the music blaring around them

I know this pretty Rave Girl
Always thinkin' 'bout her
And when she says hi to me
Butterflys go right through me
And when I see her dancin'
Wanna take a chance in
Getting a little closer
And maybe get to know her

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Reap examined his coat, believe it or not the bastard with the switchblade had actually put a nice sized tear in it when reap had moved. Better the coat than the owner Sighing he looked at the rope, and the still long line of people. At least the pays good. Otherwise i would still be in the underground fighting profession. He let another few people into the bar as pretty rave girl came on. Ugh....bad memory's. He checked his pockets, bringing out the switchblade and examined it. A few people in line took a few steps back as he did so. Sharp. worn but sharp. he pocketed it a second later. Checked his watch, and pulled out a monster energy drink from his coats inside pocket.