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At least the music was good tonight.
Not, of course, that this quite managed to make up for everything else that happened.
Probably things would have been fine if only he had stayed at home. Of course-- of course-- that was unfortunately out of the question. A man must do what must be done, after all, and in this case it was necessary that he dance. Even when the men outnumbered the woman three to one, and the men watching him in particular were rather loudly unsavory types. He kept dancing, small disinterested smile firmly fixed on his face, reaching for the pole again to add some distance. Angel threw him a quick glance; it was at least good to know that the appearance of the men had not gone unnoticed. And then the music ended, and he could get off the stage-- and did, as quickly as possible.
In the dressing room , the manager tried to get him to go back onstage, also as quickly as possible.
He said no.
Mike pointed out that if he didn't, he'd be out a job.
He pointed out that jobs were much easier to come by than lives.
Mike raised his eyebrows, and allowed as how that was true, and yet also did not allow for dancers to claim that they were going to die if they went back on stage. Besides, he added, there was a group of men out there asking for him.
Ezra shook his head, and pulled his pants back on, and pointed out that sometimes Mike was a real idiot.
And then he left.
And really, it would have been okay, even after that, if three of the men hadn't been waiting outside the back door for him. Afterward, with three bodies behind him in the gutter, he wondered if Ireland was nice this time of year.
Not, of course, that this quite managed to make up for everything else that happened.
Probably things would have been fine if only he had stayed at home. Of course-- of course-- that was unfortunately out of the question. A man must do what must be done, after all, and in this case it was necessary that he dance. Even when the men outnumbered the woman three to one, and the men watching him in particular were rather loudly unsavory types. He kept dancing, small disinterested smile firmly fixed on his face, reaching for the pole again to add some distance. Angel threw him a quick glance; it was at least good to know that the appearance of the men had not gone unnoticed. And then the music ended, and he could get off the stage-- and did, as quickly as possible.
In the dressing room , the manager tried to get him to go back onstage, also as quickly as possible.
He said no.
Mike pointed out that if he didn't, he'd be out a job.
He pointed out that jobs were much easier to come by than lives.
Mike raised his eyebrows, and allowed as how that was true, and yet also did not allow for dancers to claim that they were going to die if they went back on stage. Besides, he added, there was a group of men out there asking for him.
Ezra shook his head, and pulled his pants back on, and pointed out that sometimes Mike was a real idiot.
And then he left.
And really, it would have been okay, even after that, if three of the men hadn't been waiting outside the back door for him. Afterward, with three bodies behind him in the gutter, he wondered if Ireland was nice this time of year.