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“Aye I’m taking my thirty,” 𝐓𝐚𝐞 called out to the rest of the kitchen staff, lifting the apron from his upper half he placed it onto a nearby hook before he departed from the kitchen. “Shit, I need a drink man.” The male commented to no one in particular as he moved en route to the bar. Undoing the knot in his durag he pulled the silk from his head and placed it around his neck just as he took a seat at the bar. “How y’all doing tonight? You just as busy as the kitchen or motherfuckers just hungry tonight? Lemme get a…man something strong will do.” 

“send two bottles of CROWN to the VIP section.” MARCO said to the bartender, relaying a message from a dancer that was now taking a break in the dressing room. with the male at his side, he turned with a slight chuckle. “and get this nigga a shot of that as well.” he pointed toward TAE, giving the bartender the cue to who to give the shot to. “we busy tonight, so make sure them chicken wings hittin’ a lick, guy.”

            the notable depth and tone in the male’s voice gave away his identity without 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀 turning to face him quickly, however once his entire sentiment was uttered, she peered at the club’s security, a slight frown pulling at the lower half of her face. ‘ i don’t? ’  her tone seemed to hold genuine disappointment although the banter between the two was plasyful. ‘ my impression of a drunk bitch is good, come on, at least give me that. had you walking me out one night really thinkin’ i was fucked up. ’  his follow up question caused her to nod her head silently before offering a verbal response. she was probably the softest dancer in the club when it came to client interactions, so his worry was valid. ‘ i’m good, except for some new dudes in the back who swear my name is everything but what it is. you good, killa? chest all puffed up! ’ the woman teased.

with his hand placed at the side of his face, MARCO did he best to recollect the memory of him carrying the dancer out of the club. “you talkin’ ‘bout the night that somebody slipped some shit in yo’ coke?” he teased. the artificial anecdote was only amusing to him, giving him the opportunity to chuckle at the facial expression KITANA made. her mentioning of a group of new patrons accompanied his switch of attention to the back of the venue. “them niggas ova’ there?” he glanced at her to confirm the faces of the men she was referencing. “i’ll make sure they know yo’ name by the end of the night.” he confirmed with a nod of his head. “if y’all are good, then i’m good.”

“Is that all for you?” Baby asked as she sat the plates on the table. “Would you like some shots or another drink?”

“you know that bein’ nice is not goin’ to make these niggas wanna drink, right?” MARCO inquired as he stopped at the table she was reserving. “convince them that they’re thirsty, then run up their tab. in the end, you get the bigger gratuity.” he offered with a shrug of shoulders. “spill their drink if you have to, and always water it down.” he lifted his hand to tap his temple, nonverbally telling her to take his advice as a mental note.

with his hands behind his back, MARCO eyed a familiar patron become amused by the off-stage performance that JEZEBEL was giving. before he could continue his walkthrough of the club, he noticed the patron violating one of the rules that the experience of the dancers offered. silently, he cruised toward the dancer and offered the patron a head nod. “if it’s not a tip in yo’ fuckin’ hand, then keep yo’ hands off the lady. got it?” the stern tone was rewarded with a change in behavior. he snatched the stack of dollar bills that the male was holding before handing it to the dancer, adding a “for your troubles,” as he made sure she was suitable to continue her work.

                     a small huff left 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀’s lips as she made her way over to the bar, plastering a smile over her face as she leaned over it; normally she was only there to talk to her favorite bartenders, but this time was a little different. ‘ can i get a crown and coke, please? ’ anybody who knew 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀 knew that she didn’t drink, even the regulars at the club, so the statement coming out of her mouth was more than surprising. she looked around at the people who were staring at her in bewilderment and chuckled softly. ‘ why do i feel judged right now? ’ she questioned the closest, most familiar face.

the bouncer maneuvered through the packed nightclub to make his rounds of surveillance while the night ensued. he periodically checked on each dancer, receiving different confirmations of safety as he continued his walkthrough. after spotting one of the club’s popular dancers by the bar, he paused to ensure she was alright. “maybe because you don’t be foolin’ anyone wit’ that cup of coke that you pretend is an actual crown and coke every night.” MARCO replied. once he leaned against the bar, he tilted his head to briefly examine her features. “you straight?” he extended to KITANA, hoping to gain confirmation that she hadn’t experienced any roughhousing from any patrons during the night.

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