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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 10:18 am
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Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ “Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."
When it came to regulars, Sam liked to keep an eye on his customers. He didn't care how well they said they could walk or drive home, if he was around, it wasn't going to happen. In his short life, he'd seen and heard about too many people who claimed they could make it home alright and come to find out they're scrapping them off of Knight Arnold because they were too wasted to be aware of their surroundings. Sam smiled to himself as the male stared at the fries like it was some kind of foreign object before picking one up and eating. He nodded at the males apology, not really blaming him. "Next time you bring your little friend, I advise you to remind her that as owner, I do reserve the right to pick and choose who I not only serve, but allow into my club as well. If she pulls another stunt like that again, she's getting thrown out. We're a high end club and it's stuff like that that can easily piss off the clientele."
Samuel knew Micha and the woman meant no harm. But one would be surprised how easy it was to lose a regular. People like the woman Micha brought, that was one way. She was loud, she was obnoxious, and she was rude. Already there were whispers about how pathetic that woman was. Nodding to the males next request, he grabbed his glass, setting it in the sink and grabbed a coke from the fridge. Setting it in front of the male, he then grabbed a clean glass, also setting it before him. "So does she know you're gay?" he asked curiously, keeping his voice low in case the male was still in the closet. Though it was clearly none of his business, Samuel was curious as to what sort of relationship the two had. Looking at the two, he could say without a doubt that Micha had no interest in her despite her desperate advances. In a way, he almost felt sorry for her. Even though Samuel was also gay, he at least had the courtesy to tell a woman straight up that he was flattered by her interest, but did not swing that way and would appreciate it if she stopped flirting with him. Depending on the woman, it worked for the most part. As for the more stubborn cases, he simply left them alone. He didn't mind being cool with women, but he always made sure to keep in mind that he was gay; he was born gay, he would always be gay, and in shape, form or fashion was he likely to miraculously "become straight" any time soon.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 4:42 pm
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Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ “Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."
Though it might be considered rude, he couldn't help but laugh at the males response. He couldn't even begin to tell him how many women he'd met that were like that. So many had tried to get him into bed, "pray the gay away", ask God for forgiveness and make him straight. It was ridiculous how desperate some women got when they found out their best guy friend that they've been crushing on for God knows how long has absolutely no interest in women. "She sounds like my ex-fiance." he replied with a small smirk. With all his patrons taken care of for the moment, Samuel grabbed a drink for himself and leaned against the counter, picking up his nearly forgotten cigarette. He popped the can and took a sip, smiling behind the can as the male continued. "I would offer to help, but I require payment.After all, I'd be providing you with a service, wouldn't I?" Taking another sip and a quick pull on his cigarette, he frowned as the male pushed away his fries. Shaking his head, he set down his drink and reached into the males basket, grabbing a few for himself and pushing the basket back to him. If he wanted to leave with his keys in hands, he was going to eat whether he liked it or not.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:25 pm
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xDarkWinterx Vice Captain
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 1:57 am
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Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ “Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."
Samuel didn't choose to be engaged, his parents did, about six months after he was born. By the time he had come to understand the situation he was in and his interest in men, it was already too late. The deal was done and the date was set. The rest is history and he was free of the woman and away from his parents nagging. He smiled over at the male as he laughed, rather liking the sound of it. He had to admit, the male was rather handsome when he smiled and seemed almost human when he laughed. He had no problem helping the male out with his little problem, if it kept the woman out of his club he'd even do it for free. He laughed a bit more himself at the males reply. "Alright well, just so you know, anything more than a simple hug or holding hands is extra, and I don't come cheap." Sam nibbled on his fries and drank his drink. The club was still somewhat dead thanks to Daniel's little incident and he had a bad feeling it was only going to get worse as the night progressed. Ignorance in front of a club never made a good headline. When he was done eating, he tossed the can into a recycling bin, moving to collect empty glasses and plates left by the previously whispering customers. Setting them on the counter behind the sink, he then went to grab their checks and money that was left, smiling even more at the nice sized tips left behind. "So I have a question and do forgive me if I'm prying, but are you seeing anyone?" he asked curiously while messing with the cash register. He glanced over at the male, pretty sure he was single since he always saw him here alone and drinking the night away. But since they were just talking about getting rid of the woman, he was curious. If he had someone and there was some broad hitting on him, he'd want her to stop as well.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 11:01 pm
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Ạᶅαιие ᴄɦɋмβеяѕ “We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.”
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It was going to be hard going back to work tomorrow. If he was working the bar, he could already see Sam getting on his case for staring. For the past couple of days while at work, he'd developed a bad habit of watching Liam dance instead of taking care of the patrons. Even if that were to happen, he still hoped he got to work up front. Alaine may hate people, but it put him closer to Liam and would give him a chance to talk when he went on break. When he was placed in back with mountains of paper work, he tended to get lost in his work and track of time. When he worked in back, it was usually Samuel telling him when to go home or go take a lunch break. If he didn't, he was likely to stay there well into the morning. The carriage soon neared the center of the park, the sound of a bubbling fountain not too far to his right and the lights of the lakeside restaurant could be seen reflecting on the water. He smiled, thinking how pretty it was and how romantic this night was turning out to be.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 1:49 am
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Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ “Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."
Samuel didn't come cheap. Even when he was posing as someone's boyfriend, he still used high class hooker prices. And depending on the person, he could easily be racking in the millions for a single night. In a way, it could be said that Samuel was a spoiled brat. He liked money, he liked keeping up with technology, he always drove some gorgeous modern car, and he owned a penthouse and the three floors below it in the middle of Manhattan. So why did he play the fake boyfriend if he had all this? Simple, he liked having enough in his bank that should his business fail, his stocks go bankrupt, or something just goes bad that he loses everything, he had enough in savings that he could stay afloat for the next couple of years before getting into some serious trouble and wondering where his next paycheck might come from. Even if that weren't to happen, at least he would have enough to donate to his favorite charities, keep his friends or family alive if something happened to them, or something to pass on if he were to have children.
He looked over at the male as he inquired about pricing. "It all depends. Say I'm escorting some broad from Queens, or some other lower part of the city. Then I'm likely to adjust my prices to their level and go for maybe three hundred for a kiss. Whereas if I'm escorting someone from out here in the Hamptons, depending on their family status, what the event is, etc. I can charge them anywhere between five hundred and five grand. If you don't feel like going for that price for every kiss, it's best to just get the Boyfriend Experience. I'll escort you for a full twenty-four hours, take you anywhere you want and you get everything; kissing, hugs, sex - though with limits, of course. In total, the boyfriend experience can run between eight grand and a couple of million, depending on how long you want me for and what we do." he explained, hoping he was making some kind of sense as he spoke. Sam was a business through and through, he almost never did anything that didn't give him some kind of personal gain.
He smiled a bit as the male went on to inform him he was single. That was a good thing. He didn't like working with clients that were trying to spite a significant other. It wasn't his style to encourage cheating and often wouldn't take on such jobs despite how good the money was. He refused to be the reason a couple broke up.If their relationship was so unsteady, they could take care of it on their own, his help was not required. After stapling the receipts and bills together, he put them away in a folder under the register, moving back to the counter and stealing a few more of the males fries. "So what all did you have in mind? Just a bit of foreplay to get baby girl off your back? Or would you prefer she walk in on something that get the message through in a heartbeat?" he asked curiously, smirking over at the male.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 7:48 pm
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Ạᶅαιие ᴄɦɋмβеяѕ “We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.”
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 6:49 pm
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Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ “Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."
For Samuel, everything was business. If there was something to be gained, he went for it. Friends, family, the club, his other conquests. It didn't matter. He hated getting involved in things that had no gain. Whether that gain was personal or material remained to be seen, but nevertheless everything had a price. As the male declined his offer, he pouted, feeling a little disappointed that he wouldn't take his offer. "Fine. But your bunny lass better be on best behavior next time she's in here." he replied, his voice no longer teasing and strictly business. Stubbing out what was left of his cigarette, Samuel gave the male a two finger salute before going off to make his rounds. As much as he'd like to stay and chat all night, business was open and there were things to be done. He walked around the club, checking in on dancers, making sure everyone was in place and not getting too tire, helping with the wait staff since they were short handed and getting an update from bouncers to see how the situation outside looked. For the most part, things were calm and the clean up process was underway. Daniel had been taken to the hospital, Aamir supposedly went with him, and the crowd waiting outside was looking like your typical Monday group. It would be at least an hour and a half before he was back at the bar, fussing with himself about how things weren't going well. They were understaffed and overworked, he glanced down at his platinum Rolex, seeing that they were nowhere near closing time. If things kept up the way there were though, it really was looking like a good idea to close shop early. Slipping another cigarette between his lips, he leaned back on the counter, breathing a sigh of relief as his flood of customers moved away from the bar, taking their hoard of bottles of beer to one of the large round booths in back. Sam looked around the bar for Micha, in need of someone with a brain worth talking too.
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