Casualties: It'd been several decades ago. In one of the highest rate clubs of Brooklyn, a gentleman's club owned by none other than Colton Dufresne, a young, poor and criminalized man had forced his way into the building which was at a stature far more higher than his own -- but money meant the same to everyone and he was able to get in. He was a quick-footed, clever and handsome man in his youth dressed in black and having settled in to watch the performance of one of his favorite women. Unfortunately he'd arrived during the last half of the act, set amongst the back tables by himself and with a drink as he watched. Infatuated, although he hadn't approached the woman once this was only one of the handful of times he'd seen her. Colt was nearby but entertaining his own company at a table closer to the stage, preoccupied with business talk and drinking-

sickdog: The woman performing was dressed in a black corset that pinched his waist tight. Breast pushed up, with thigh-high stockings and black heels, the first half of his act; he'd sing so sweetly to the crowd. Danced ontop of the table Colt was seated at. Then made his way back over to the stage. Ignoring hands that reached out to try and touch at him -- hips swayed from side to side when he moves. And once he was done, he disappeared behind the curtains-

Casualties: Swayed by his voice, absolutely captivated by his beauty, and brought to a fault of desperation with his attraction to her, he listened to the music and took darting drinks from his glass as the performance progressed. Finding himself heartbroken by the time he heard applause and she would disappear mysteriously behind the curtains. Sitting upright straight away-

sickdog: Usually, after his act was done he'd leave the club for the night. But instead, decided to stay and hang around even if it was only for a bit. He got dressed in something more comfortable; wearing a simple black dress with those same heels. Finding his way over to the bar for a few drinks now, seated in one of the stools-

Casualties: The young male stuck around for the next moments that passed in wait for the woman to emerge again. He became aware of where she was after watching her sit at the bar nearby, and seemed eager to approach her right away. He came into the light. He was tall, dark and marvelously attractive with focused eyes and a knowing, inviting grin. Relaxing at the bar with her at her right, he watches her briefly as he lights a cigarette in his lips. In a polite and subtle gesture offering one to her straight from the pack, engaging with her directly almost as soon as he sat down- "Hello.~"


sickdog: He was already sipping on a glass of wine by the time the male came over. Only setting his drink down to the gesture, he lifted his brows at first and watched him -- but didn't turn down the offer. Taking one cigarette from that pack. "Hello there, darlin'." He murmured. "What may you want, hm?"

Casualties: Watching him contentedly it could seem, elbow against the surface of the bar, he tucked the pack away into his jacket -- listening to him speak, before offering him a light next with a flick of the lighter. "Only a fan come to say hi." He'd say modestly to him. "I've been coming to see you perform many times now. It's always a good show." He'd croon; roughly the woman's age, if not possibly a tad younger. Only making the request of a beer with that free hand -- taking the bottle and snapping the lid off it-

sickdog: Taking in a long draw to have that cigarette lit, he looked up at him now and kept his brows lifted. Watching, elbows against the counter as he goes to hold that cigarette between his fingers. "Oh?" He looked him over. "I'm glad you enjoy my shows~." Crooning back to him before taking a drink from his glass. Meanwhile, some of the bouncers around the club were already watching this guy who hung around the woman-

Casualties: He was upfront with his intentions clearly with his passive flirting, but was also sincerely well-mannered with her. He was gentle in taking her wrist, going as far as to kiss her hand. "What is your name?" He'd say in earnest like he'd never caught it. Unaware of how warily he was being watched yet-

sickdog: After a few puffs off that cigarette, he left it in a nearby ashtray. So far, tolerating the male's flirting -- even letting him take his wrist and kiss his hand. Full attention remaining on him, he smirked. "Reol." He told him. "I suggest you watch how touchy you are. Wouldn't want to get tossed out now."

Casualties: He observed his face as if yearningly, taking in every detail he admired. Soft in his own expression. He listens to his warning and glances momentarily over his shoulder at the club staff that leered him. Shortly after, he releases his hand; but returns his attention to the male wholesomely without much a change in his demeanor. Taking a drink from that beer finally, and saying to him- "I'm Jack."

sickdog: So far, he enjoyed the company of him. Drawn to how charming he was being, he kept that smirk and listened, taking a drink from his glass till he finished it. "Well Jack, it was very nice to meet you." He tells him. "But I have to go now. Perhaps I'll see you again during my next show~."

Casualties: He watched him and licked wetness from the foam off his lips as he listened to what he had to say. Quite heartbroken- "So soon?" He'd say to him in reply. "Well. I'm looking forward to seeing you as soon as possible." Staying back at the bar as the male would get up to leave. Taking another drink and watching him, quiet for a moment-

sickdog: "I'm sure we'll see each other soon." He says while getting to his feet. Touching on the male's shoulder briefly before he ends up walking away, heading towards one of the exits and away from the bar-