Who: Lindsey Kane and Olive Dorough What: Lindsey stops by Olive's place of employ, gets a little territorial When: Late evening, Saturday Where: The Red Door, District 2 Rating: It's in a strip club, so... R.
Lindsey Kane was hardly a stranger to strip clubs. Quite the opposite; he was of the not entirely rare breed of male who was in his element surrounded by writhing bodies and sultry music. In fact, he had an entire hierarchy of skin joints in his regular rotation; there were the high-end clubs to take clients and broker deals, the mid-level flesh dens for a rowdy night out with friends, and then there were the back alley options that he tended to patronize when he was looking for moments of solo reflection.
The Red Door certainly fell into said latter category, and so it was that Lindsey was on his own when he descended the stairwell and pushed through the windowless door into the throbbing neon-tinged darkness below. His features were pressed together with a tightness that suggested a recent surge of angry emotion - a disappointment at work, a fight with the wife, something to wind him up - though the boiling anger was cracked by a smile of relief as he looked upon the club's interior. He needed to blow off some steam, and before him was a method tried, tested and true.
One hand came up to tug automatically on the knot of his tie while his gaze swept the room, moving with appraising accuracy from body to body, assessing the talent on the floor.