Jeannie (i_blink) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-06-30 23:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | jeannie, simon tam, zz:status complete |
Why Don't You Have a Belly Button? (Open)
What brought her back to the wharf, Jeannie could not rightly put her finger upon. Certainly, it had not been her intention to return to the waterfront any time soon. And most definitely not today. Today, she had planned to find a town square. Every good city had a town square, so this one must as well. One could tell much from the town square.
After the disastrous incident at the bank, which left Jeannie without a checking account, she did not know how she was to get a job. And she really ought to have one. It was the best way to meet people, and she felt that she really ought to meet more people. That was the best way to get to know them and determine if they needed her help. Her new master wished for her to help them, so that is what she must do.
Apparently, she must find them near the docks, since several wrong turns led her back to this place and Jeannie did not believe in coincidences. But despite the fact that it was early afternoon, there did not seem to be many people around. It was somewhat disheartening, and Jeannie was nearly ready to give up and move on to a different location when she spotted the restaurant.
She had the thought that this building must simply be full of people, since there was quite a lot of noise coming from within. Perhaps there was a band. Besides, she reasoned with herself, she always liked seafood and she was a bit peckish. Optimistically, she pulled open the door, ignoring the way the bass notes thunked through her chest, and made her way inside The Happy Clam.
As soon as the door swung shut behind her, she knew she had made a grave mistake. This was not a restaurant at all. It was one of those sorts of clubs! The sort that called itself a gentlemen’s club, but none of those that patronized such places could truly be called gentlemen. And this one was worse than any she had seen before. Why that young woman on the stage was almost completely nude! Her naughty bits were almost showing… no correction, when she moved her leg that way, her naughty bits were definitely showing! What was wrong with her underpants? And chained to a pole! That could not be comfortable.
Jeannie turned around to leave immediately, but a large, meaty hand clamped around her upper arm and a voice that sounded like tumbling rocks grated out, “Where d’ya think yer going, sister?”
She pointed with one finger towards the door, “I was just going to leave. You see, I do not think that this is the sort of place I wish to be. I thought it was a seafood restaurant!”
The mountain of a man chuckled, neon lights reflecting off the top of his shaved head. “Yer a funny one, aincha? C’mon, teasin’ time is over, time to go to work. Nice outfit, they’ll love that.”
“What? I... no...” she protested as the bouncer dragged her toward the curtain that separated the front of house from back stage. A glance down at her outfit had her wondering what he meant, as this was nothing more than her usual garb, what she always wore. Was there something wrong with her chalwar and ghawazee? She tugged, trying to free her arm, but his grip was like iron and Jeannie did not know what to do, but she was certain that this was not going to go well. Not well at all. “Oh dear.”