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Gangster/Yakuza AU? idk
Oct. 18th, 2020 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demology[Ciro knows the people who own the host club he works at aren't good people, but they pay well enough to make the fear of trying to quit less relevant. It helps his income to be as popular as he is, but is a little dangerous if he would ever want to leave. Losing that kind of profit wouldn't be good for their business, so he tries not to think about it so much.
Every so often, groups of important-looking men would come into the club and head straight for the back. There's a room back there behind the private lounge for employees (a makeshift make up/break room) that no one is allowed access to except the owner of the business. Usually the men are fully covered from neck to ankles in suits, but one time he remembers being joined by one of them at a table and when he reached across to take up his drink he caught a glimpse of tattoos. Not a butterfly, or a woman's name--no, these were the kind of tattoos that were meant to caution people from getting too close.
People like that weren't in the business of being nice, and so Ciro tries his best to stay out of the way of whatever business that is. It doesn't concern him, and he has his own work to do.
Usually his regulars are women, but he does get more male visitors than the other hosts and maybe that has to do with why they treat him like such an asset? He doesn't really have room to question it, and maybe he can admit he feels intimidated to do so, but when the money is good there's no point in rocking the boat. Even when he's asked to entertain the tattooed men in suits, he doesn't put up any fight. There's even one of them that he enjoys seeing. The quiet one that stays seemingly disinterested from the conversations and alcohol, but Ciro does notice him staring from time to time.
His shift is over and it's a little past 2AM as he steps outside for a cigarette. He's able to smoke inside, but when his job consists of talking and socializing with people all day, sometimes he just likes the quiet and cold air on his skin while he enjoys his alone time before his walk home. When he hears footsteps coming, Ciro looks up, expecting to see his boss leaving the building and prepares to send him off with a courteous ducking of his head, but the shoes he sees aren't flashy enough to belong to him. It's the quiet one.]
Have a good night.
Every so often, groups of important-looking men would come into the club and head straight for the back. There's a room back there behind the private lounge for employees (a makeshift make up/break room) that no one is allowed access to except the owner of the business. Usually the men are fully covered from neck to ankles in suits, but one time he remembers being joined by one of them at a table and when he reached across to take up his drink he caught a glimpse of tattoos. Not a butterfly, or a woman's name--no, these were the kind of tattoos that were meant to caution people from getting too close.
People like that weren't in the business of being nice, and so Ciro tries his best to stay out of the way of whatever business that is. It doesn't concern him, and he has his own work to do.
Usually his regulars are women, but he does get more male visitors than the other hosts and maybe that has to do with why they treat him like such an asset? He doesn't really have room to question it, and maybe he can admit he feels intimidated to do so, but when the money is good there's no point in rocking the boat. Even when he's asked to entertain the tattooed men in suits, he doesn't put up any fight. There's even one of them that he enjoys seeing. The quiet one that stays seemingly disinterested from the conversations and alcohol, but Ciro does notice him staring from time to time.
His shift is over and it's a little past 2AM as he steps outside for a cigarette. He's able to smoke inside, but when his job consists of talking and socializing with people all day, sometimes he just likes the quiet and cold air on his skin while he enjoys his alone time before his walk home. When he hears footsteps coming, Ciro looks up, expecting to see his boss leaving the building and prepares to send him off with a courteous ducking of his head, but the shoes he sees aren't flashy enough to belong to him. It's the quiet one.]
Have a good night.
