Post by Eamon on Nov 21, 2017 11:36:43 GMT -8
"You see that, Manny? That's progress"
From the driver seat of his Blue Aston Martin, Eamon pointed to droves of people waiting in line to get into Classiest Gentleman's Club in Las Vegas: The Dirty Duck. His dirty duck. Eamon examined himself in the rear view mirror and smirked. He wore a light gray suit with same colored vest and a tucked in purple tie. He looked to his second, Manny, and examined him. Manny wore a dark blue suit with no vest and a bow tie. Eamon shook his head in approval. Manny's outfit was adequate enough to stand out, but not nearly enough to outshine him. His car still running, Eamon stepped out of the driver seat and was greeted by the young valet. He greeted him back with a wink and smile.
"Be gentle with her, kid"
Eamon patted the boy on the back and walked toward the club entrance. He waved at the crowd of people and smiled
"Its worth the wait, I promise"
Eamon and his second walked in with ease. They were quickly greeted by Dirty Duck staff with smiles and hugs. More likely, Eamon as greeted while Manny watched the perimeter. They made their way to heart of the club: The Dance Floor. The club was dimly lit. The light that remained was dark red with hints of yellow. The patrons sipped their high dollar drinks while entrancing music played over the PA system. Slow and suggestive, the music fit perfectly with the pair of dancers on stage. Their seductive movements absorbed everyone's attention. All except one. Eamon. His attention was pointed at the money covering the stage.
"Lincoln...Jackson...even Franklin. These girls will fit in quite nicely. Carpe noctem"
Eamon smiled, pulled out his brass pocket watch, and watched the girls dance.
From the driver seat of his Blue Aston Martin, Eamon pointed to droves of people waiting in line to get into Classiest Gentleman's Club in Las Vegas: The Dirty Duck. His dirty duck. Eamon examined himself in the rear view mirror and smirked. He wore a light gray suit with same colored vest and a tucked in purple tie. He looked to his second, Manny, and examined him. Manny wore a dark blue suit with no vest and a bow tie. Eamon shook his head in approval. Manny's outfit was adequate enough to stand out, but not nearly enough to outshine him. His car still running, Eamon stepped out of the driver seat and was greeted by the young valet. He greeted him back with a wink and smile.
"Be gentle with her, kid"
Eamon patted the boy on the back and walked toward the club entrance. He waved at the crowd of people and smiled
"Its worth the wait, I promise"
Eamon and his second walked in with ease. They were quickly greeted by Dirty Duck staff with smiles and hugs. More likely, Eamon as greeted while Manny watched the perimeter. They made their way to heart of the club: The Dance Floor. The club was dimly lit. The light that remained was dark red with hints of yellow. The patrons sipped their high dollar drinks while entrancing music played over the PA system. Slow and suggestive, the music fit perfectly with the pair of dancers on stage. Their seductive movements absorbed everyone's attention. All except one. Eamon. His attention was pointed at the money covering the stage.
"Lincoln...Jackson...even Franklin. These girls will fit in quite nicely. Carpe noctem"
Eamon smiled, pulled out his brass pocket watch, and watched the girls dance.