Working the door

[jack_babalon]

"Are you going to do something or just sit there jerking off the whole night?" A hobbit of a goth girl is all up in my face. I'm a little drunk so I did'nt catch the first part of what she was saying. With her beaten up pixie wings strapped on her back & wearing enough make up to technically qualify her as a special effect, i'm tempted to dismiss her as a hallucination conjured to cope with my job induced boredom. Then I hear the commotion coming off the dancefloor, blending in with the muffled beats, becoming some new obscene remix of Skinny Puppys 'Killing Game' only with real screaming and shrieks.
"Are those my options?" I tell her and before she can answer I hop off the stool i've perched on all night checking IDs, down my Nuclear Ice Tea in one shot for quick liquid courage. I hand the metal clicker over to Lil' Charlie. A scrawny little white boy with a hippy afro bigger than his head. He's a few inches taller than the Goth-Hobbit and is for some inexplicable reason, the latest member of the door staff.
"Charlie hold the fort down. Don't be letting in some underage girl jes 'cause she showed you her titties!"
"Aww man, c'mon, I never get to see any of the crazy shit going on around here."
Big puppy eyes. He should'nt be working the door. He should be playing EMO songs on his badly tuned guitar for some stoner jail bait.
"Fine" I say turning to Kelly the cashier troll. "Can you cover the door for a few?"
I interpert her shrug as a 'Yes' and make my way into the club.
I get in and heres the scenario. There are two women at the bar ready to throw down. One big, one lean. The "Big One" is thick, not fat. Think a Russ Meyer girl only done up in a gray rubber uniform that lends her an unidentified authority. The Lean one is all tight coiled muscles wrapped up in a burlesque package in her teddy & fishnets. "Lean" is the loudest of the two and is brandishing some kind of whip."Big" is laying down some strange kind of body language hyperbole, she could be miming a rap video. The crowd thinks its part of the show. Even Cokey the bartender is getting a laugh.
"I got this" Charlie tells me confidently, and me being the thorough shit I am, allow him to go ahead and 'get this'. He steps through the crowd, barking 'SECURITY' at any one who does'nt clear a path. He walks up behind "Big" lays his hand down on her shoulder and before he can say 'Break it up' "Big" spins around and cold cocks him right in the face. Charlie's unconscious before he hits the ground. "Lean" cracks the whip and "Big" picks up a barstool shouting 'Anyone else got a problem with this?'.
Everyone stops & looks at me at once.
God I wish I had a cigarette right now. I step between the two of them ready for the worst. This is not how I thought my first threesome would go down!


A rare photo of Jack Babalon(right)and animeoni(left) at 688s Outta Control.

Comments

[scottopic.livejournal.com]

I know I rarely comment, but I always feel your entries are telling me something. Like me, yknow?

Telling you something.

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

Well as long as you enjoy them on some level I'm pretty content.

Did you ever go to SecretRoom when it was over at 688?

Re: Telling you something.

[scottopic.livejournal.com]

a few times.
KaryXian and some long-gone people.
miss the mess.

[heiregulus.livejournal.com]

With her beaten up pixie wings strapped on her back & wearing enough make up to technically qualify her as a special effect, i'm tempted to dismiss her as a hallucination conjured to cope with my job induced boredom.


absolutely fabulous. I am on the edge of my seat waiting for a book. seriously, I'm entranced every time I read the things you write, you have got one helluvan imagination and way with words. Fuck yes. 'nuff said.

[animeoni.livejournal.com]

I think its great that you put right and left on our photo. you know, i could be the bald one and you could be the chick. haahaa laughing my sweet ass off, you silly monkey! how i love you.