Who: Mason Ashford and OPEN What: A very uncomfortable dhampir When: Last night, the same time as this Where: Dionysus' Den Warnings: Well, it's the strip club Status: Open/ongoing
Guarding Adrian Ivashkov was no walk in the park. When he wasn't drunk and annoying, he was screwing women and making Mason listen. It was Mason's job to stay close, no matter where Adrian went. And tonight, where he decided to go was the strip club. It was a good thing the bouncer hadn't carded him since Mason was only seventeen. He suspected that Adrian had used a little compulsion to get him in, but he couldn't prove it.
Adrian was a jerk, but he was a pretty generous employer. He'd handed Mason $100 in small bills and told him to have a good time. This would be most seventeen year old boy's dream, but Mason had a problem - he was on duty. He wasn't here to have a good time, he was here to guard Adrian. He found a spot along the wall where he could keep an eye on Adrian and on all the exits and tried to pay attention to doing his job. It wasn't easy. When he swept his eyes around the room looking for threats, he couldn't help being distracted by the sexy, scantily-clad women gyrating on the stage. He swallowed, looked away, and unsuccessfully willed himself not to get a boner. He couldn't keep his eyes down and keep from looking at them either. He had to keep looking around for threats, and he had to be aware of everyone in the room and what they were doing. Even if what they were doing was slowly revealing their spectacular breasts.