Jumping Jake’s
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Jake was just sitting drinking his morning coffee and reading the morning paper. He was not just reading any old rubbish news. He was looking at the property section, the same as he had been doing for the last two or three week’s straight.
He was looking for a run-down property, nothing plush or fancy. ‘The thing with finding a run-down place was that you got a run-down price.’ Jake thought to himself.
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He put the paper down and downed the rest of his coffee, before looking at his watch ‘10am’ he thought to himself ‘about time that I got moving.’
Looking down at the shortlist he had made, he discovered that it wasn’t that bloody short after all. He had got carried away and had added way more properties than he cared to look at in one day, especially rundown ones!
Finding a place was however important to Jake and he would have to face it head on and grit his teeth, once he found a place, the rest would be slightly less painful.
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The phone rang and rang and rang and finally he heard a click followed by a voice “Hello, Carseburn properties, how can I help?” she said in such a high pitched voice that he nearly hung the receiver up before even speaking. He cleared his throat and said “Hello, am calling aboot a property that ye had advertised in the paper the day!” His Scottish twang always came through so strong on the phone. He was worried that she might not have understood a word.
The dame must have been listening well as she spoke almost instantly “Certainly Sir, which property was it that you were inquiring about?” She replied in that damned high pitch voice.
Jake composed himself after having his ears destroyed again and said “Caird Street, the old club building that ya have for sale.”
He prepared himself this time and held the receiver about an inch away from his ear “No problem, if you can come meet our agent at the property around 12, he will take you in to see the place. Will that be convenient Mr…. What did you say your name was sorry?”
Jake put the receiver back to his ear “That will be perfect love! The names Jake, no need for Mr! I will see yer man at 12 sharp!” he said hanging up the receiver immediately before she had a chance to spout her god awful vocal cords anymore.

Jake quickly carried out the three S’s. Shower shit shave! Damn he felt better!
The cab stopped outside the building, Jake looked up, it was pretty tall, three floors, the third one had apparently been used as an office.
He stepped out onto the sidewalk and looked around to check the surrounding area out. It didn’t look that bad, he had seen worse places and it was pretty close to the centre of town.
Jake was waiting around five minutes before the agent turned up. He greeted him with a smile and the pair proceeded to enter the building.
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First impressions were not all that bad, Jake was pleasantly surprised, however he could not let the agent see that, for it would not work well with his price reduction tactics!
The decor was dated and walls were peeling, but overall the place could be tidied up without too much hassle.
It looked as though it had been empty for a while as the cobwebs were beginning to show.
Jake turned to the agent “Looks like you have been stuck with this for a while, going by the dust!” he said looking as if he was concerned.
The agent did not reply, but carried on showing Jake around. It was very spacious, plenty room for a nice little club.
He didn’t need to see anymore, his mind was already made up, now came the hard part of haggling with the agent.
Jake looked at him a serious as he could and said “Lets cut to the chase. If you knock 10% off the price, I will pay you today… ‘there was a long pause as they stared at each other’ In cash!”
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The agent’s little cogs were turning, Jake knew he was thinking about it, he was hoping he would go for it ‘that ten percent would pay for the new decor’ he thought to himself.
Finally he began to speak “I think I can accept that offer Jake.” He said as he put his hand forward for Jake to shake.
Jake obliged, shaking the agents hand he said “Excellent, let me know when the papers are drawn up and I will meet you at your office at your convenience my good frie...” The agent spoke before Jake had the chance to finish “That won’t be necessary Jake, we can meet at the office in precisely one hour and the contract will be written up and ready to go.”
Jake smiled “Excellent, even better. See you in an hour!” he said as he walked towards the door.
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Jake went back to the office and immediately filled a suitcase with cash from the safe in his office. Funds were pretty low at the moment but he had enough to get this place kicked off and once he did he could start flowing dirty money through it!
Once he arrived back at the office, the agent had indeed drew up all the paperwork and was ready to do the deal ‘this guy doesn’t fuck around’ he thought to himself.
He put the briefcase on the table and popped open the locks “There you go my good friend!” he said smiling.
Jake signed all the paperwork and within half an hour he was walking out with a set of keys in his hand.
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Three weeks was the time-frame he was given from the interior guys he had paid to do the work on the inside of the club. The outside on the other hand would only take a few days. He had contacted a local sign maker and given him the task, he liked putting money into local businesses.
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The layout was pretty simple, nothing fancy. Floor one was obviously comprised of the entry booths (where people paid to get in), a cloak room area where customers could store their jackets (for a small fee of course) and the main dance floor and bar area.
The first floor would cater for the younger generation of customers playing a variety of music to suit.
There were also male and female toilets present, this was of course a must.
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The second floor was reached via a set of stairs inside the first floor bar area, this meant customers could move freely between floors as they wished.
Due to not having a cloak room and entry booth, the second floor was slightly larger and more spacious than the first. This made room for a larger dance-floor area and more seating areas, which worked well with the older generation of customers that he was planning on pulling in.
There was a small partition near the back which made up some VIP booths, small private areas for customers willing to pay a great deal extra.
The bar areas was a similar size to the first floor and was fully stocked with everything you could imagine.
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The third and top floor solely consisted of Jake’s office and plenty of storage space. He also had a little room/cupboard stocked with his favorite whiskey, just to make sure he would never run out.
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The opening day arrived and Jake had the door staff open the doors at 7pm sharp. Family and friends had passed the word around that the place was opening and flyers had been adequately distributed around the city.
Jake went up to the office to have a celebration drink. He hopes some of his friends would turn up soon to toast with him.
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Jumping Jake’s was ready for business!