I redid my hair, brushed my teeth, threw my sneakers on, grabbed my phone, wallet and a bottle of water from the fridge. My feet took me to Cielo….the only club to go to; especially in the Meat Packing District. I used to bounce there up until I started the current job. They pay was good but not the fights I broke up; on more occasions than I’d like to admit I had more injuries by the end of the night than the people in the fights.
Once at the door, I grabbed my electronic key/id and as I entered, I got a few nasty looks from a few clubbers. Oh well. I went to the manager’s office to see if my former boss was around and he was; thankfully. I needed to talk to him and I knew I could talk to him about everything under the sun.
“Bob! Do you have any time for your favorite and shortest bouncer?” I ask.
“I’ve got all the time in the world for you” he said. “What’s wrong with my best bouncer, baby girl?”
I tell Bob everything….the situation with the coworker, finding out that his brother is our mutual boss, the break-in at my apartment and now me staying with my coworker at his brother’s apartment. I even admit my feelings for my coworker and that I know darn well that my coworker won’t leave his wife for me.
“I’ll go swing by the apartment to grab a few of your things so you can stay with my wife and I tonight. Are you wanting to do any bouncing tonight? I hear the crowd we’re getting tonight is a little unruly! I’m sure that you’d love to throw a few people out and break up a few fights tonight! You’re locker still has your stuff in it. Go get ready; I’ll run to the co worker’s brother’s apartment to get your stuff so you can spend the night with us!” he said.
I give him a big hug and the keys to the apartment. I go to the locker room and open up my locker. Happy to see that everything’s still there, I change. I also include my police badge and field weapon to my bouncer's uniform. Guess I forgot to mention that I’m NYPD as well, huh?
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