DATE: January 18th, 2022 TIME: 03:17 PM LOCATION:Â Plan B
Chris takes in his surrounding, turning slowly on his spot. He chanced upon someone with a sprained ankle so he carried them to their workplace where they could get some help... He was then asked to wait until their boss would get here. At first, he thought it was some sort of a club-- he hasnât been to a club since he woke up-- but then he noticed the dancers and how most of the patrons are men... By the time the owner gets there, Chris is looking awkward and uncomfortable, not knowing where to look. âHi, uh, you must be the owner... Is this a... strip club?â He asks carefully with a low voice. He conceptually understands what a strip club is and is aware that itâs a thing, but some deep-rooted, pastorâs son Christian guilt is kicking in. âAnyway, err, I ran into one of your employees. They sprained their ankle, I think. But they said no hospital so we came here...â he explains, rubbing his chin. âAre they gonna be okay? I could take a look, if you have a first aid kit.â He offers before realizing that he knows how to administer first aids.Â
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