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Height Comparison Meme! || Not Accepting.

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After a mildly interesting day, Jason had gotten together a bit of applications and paperwork. Many had been sent in by people simply craving a chance at being able to work at one of the hottest new clubs in Westfield but the fact of the matter was that not any of them were very qualified. Except for one. Plucking the application from the pile, his jade colored orbs scanned the lines of information and his full lips tilted up in a satisfied smile. Well, if these years of experience were anything to attest to, perhaps the man was good looking as well, or at least manageable. At Legends, Jason made it a point that all employees were to look nice and dress fashionably. In the end though so long as they could mix drinks and serve them up fast, they were hired in his book.

Without a care in the world for the other's hopes and dreams, he tossed the meager pile into the trash can and turned away as he swept up a sleek black binder and moved out into the club, looking around, business was just starting to pick up for the evening and the music was beginning to pound. Just how Jason liked it. He spotted Lance speaking to the DJ and lingered for a few seconds, the current Jockey had just been found out for some old criminal records and things needed to be set straight. They did not need anyone to stand out when the owners already had their hands in some shady deals here and there.