- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Modern, Slice-of-Life, Fandom
"Now, good sir. If it ever crosses my ears that my pretty little songbird gets hurt by one of your patrons again. Rest assured that your job will be forfeit, and also your life. Understood? I'm the owner. I get those privileges, you know?"
The man, despite speaking low and deliberate, gave a fake warm smile to the trembling club manager. Despite the brooding undertones of his promise (he doesn't do threats), he smiled as if he only gave a small piece of advice and didn't just put the manager's life and livelihood in danger. He sit calmly on the club manager's desk and studied the fearful manager. "Again, understood?" the man asked with more force in his tone.
The club manager nodded and choked out his response. "Y-yes sir. What ever you say, Mr. Winslow."
A third voice spoke up, another man in tow with the club owner. "Jasper, I think you've made your point."
"I sure hope so," Jasper laughed coldly. "Either way, we're done here. Both of you go about your business. I'm about to see my darling Aria."
Jasper and his second-in-command left the manager to his paperwork. The two exited the office and stepped out onto the club floor. As soon as they crossed the threshold, the once muted music now became obnoxiously loud. Jasper nearly had to yell in his partner's ear. "Raleigh, finish up here. I'm gonna be here a while."
Raleigh nodded and left without a word, leaving Jasper to scour the club for the club's popular entertainer. Jasper would correct himself in his mind - Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. He can't call her by the name he found on her paperwork, breach of privacy and anonymity. Either way, he needed to see her and properly introduce himself. The poor girl was in no mood for niceties after that horrible night and he didn't blame her at all. But now everything would change - Jasper would make sure of it.
Jasper prowled the club like his namesake, a Jaguar - affectionately given by his fellow members and fearfully known by his enemies. Several dancers came up trying to persuade him for a dance, but he would decline each one of them. In the end, he decide to sit down a few rows away from the stage and wait patiently. Surely, Jasper thought, Aria would come out and sing a song. The night was still young after all and it would only get busier from here on. Jasper scoffed to himself, "'No rest for the wicked' and all that."
The man, despite speaking low and deliberate, gave a fake warm smile to the trembling club manager. Despite the brooding undertones of his promise (he doesn't do threats), he smiled as if he only gave a small piece of advice and didn't just put the manager's life and livelihood in danger. He sit calmly on the club manager's desk and studied the fearful manager. "Again, understood?" the man asked with more force in his tone.
The club manager nodded and choked out his response. "Y-yes sir. What ever you say, Mr. Winslow."
A third voice spoke up, another man in tow with the club owner. "Jasper, I think you've made your point."
"I sure hope so," Jasper laughed coldly. "Either way, we're done here. Both of you go about your business. I'm about to see my darling Aria."
Jasper and his second-in-command left the manager to his paperwork. The two exited the office and stepped out onto the club floor. As soon as they crossed the threshold, the once muted music now became obnoxiously loud. Jasper nearly had to yell in his partner's ear. "Raleigh, finish up here. I'm gonna be here a while."
Raleigh nodded and left without a word, leaving Jasper to scour the club for the club's popular entertainer. Jasper would correct himself in his mind - Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. He can't call her by the name he found on her paperwork, breach of privacy and anonymity. Either way, he needed to see her and properly introduce himself. The poor girl was in no mood for niceties after that horrible night and he didn't blame her at all. But now everything would change - Jasper would make sure of it.
Jasper prowled the club like his namesake, a Jaguar - affectionately given by his fellow members and fearfully known by his enemies. Several dancers came up trying to persuade him for a dance, but he would decline each one of them. In the end, he decide to sit down a few rows away from the stage and wait patiently. Surely, Jasper thought, Aria would come out and sing a song. The night was still young after all and it would only get busier from here on. Jasper scoffed to himself, "'No rest for the wicked' and all that."