Wednesday Night at The Catscratch Club

[poison_lipstick]

The day was coming to a close as they opened the club, and it was a day that had just gotten weirder and weirder by the gorram second. Saffron had woken up with a boyfriend who was suddenly gay, had come across an ex-husband who was uncommonly cheery, and had made out with Major Perfect himself (who was no longer acting near as perfect) - and that

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[black_harry]

People were acting funny and Harry wasn’t laughing. No, as bouncer, Harry was keeping an eye out for anyone who was acting just a little too funny. In the weeks he had worked here he had made a mental list of people to keep an eye on, just in case. But now that he had heard the Island had gone meshuge, he kept a careful surveying look-out for everyone, convinced that a little talk and a slap would put their minds straight again.

[refugeforlosers]

Frank was there to watch the men dance for him and as a patron, he expected nothing but the best service, to be waited on hand and foot. Perhaps literally. That was probably why he whistled for the man just standing there doing nothing when Frank wanted a little bit of that SERVICE.

"What's a rich, handsome, successful guy around here got to do to get a friggin' LAPDANCE?!" He pointed at his suit-clad lap for emphasis.

[black_harry]

A skeptical dark look was shot at the man, who was apperently very much mistaken on the who's and the what's in this place.

"Become rich, handsome and successful, old son. None o' which you seem to be, so calm down a bit, yeah?"

[refugeforlosers]

"Uh, I am ALL of those things," Frank pointed out, framing his face so the man could see. Rich might have been a bit of an overstatement but WHATEV, not like this schmo could tell. "AND I'm a genius. And the GENIUS would like a little bit of ATTENTION HERE, OKAY?!" Frank didn't know the meaning of the words calm down apparently.

[black_harry]

Since the words 'calm down' didn't work, Harry walked over, calm, but decided. "What you should remember is that you're a guest here. Genius or not, you're enjoying a club's 'ospitality. Show some respect." It sounded more pressing than suggesting.

[refugeforlosers]

Frank certainly wasn't happy about being SPOKEN to that way by a LAPDANCER. Sure, a couple of days ago he might have just listened like a wuss because there were RULES but not to day! Frank was sick of being walked all over! He stood, looking up at the man. "Show YOU some respect? SHOW ME SOME RESPECT, motherfucker!"

[black_harry]

Harry looked down to him, like he looked down to everyone who annoyed him and who was shorter than he; a dark look, eyes almost hidden behind the thick eyebrows, like any minute now he could be squashed like a fly.

It seemed this man needed a little lesson. Harry grabbed his arm forcefully. "Listen, pal. I don' know who you think you are, but you ain't here. Actually, I think you better leave. 'Fore someone gets hurt." He emphasised 'hurt' with a little squeeze.

[refugeforlosers]

So the look was pretty terrifying if Frank told the truth but he wasn't about to succumb to some lapdancer's power game. HE was the patron therefore HE was right. It was the basic principle of any business!

"I didn't order the ROUGH STUFF. I ordered SEXY. Jeez, save it for the bedrooooowww?!" His gaze shot up, eyebrows raised when the pain shot through his arm. What the FUCK? "OWW?!" He tried again, before he started yelling and batting at the man with his free limb. "LAPDANCER BRUTALITY!!"

[black_harry]

The man had probably never actually been in a fight. At least not a succesful one. He slapped like a girl. Like a girl who didn't know how to slap. (In all fairness, Harry did know a couple of women who knew how to fight.)

"You think I'm a fucking lapdancer?" Harry said, insulted. "Right, that's it. Out," he growled the last and started walking to the exit, despite being slapped.

[refugeforlosers]

Slapping turned into kicking too as he was dragged from his seat. Clearly this guy was fucking RETARDED and was a bigger LOSER than Frank had been a couple of days ago.

"Get the fuck off me, daddio!" He yelled, fisting his hand and hitting wherever he could reach. "I'll cry rape!"

[black_harry]

With the back of the right hand. That's how one gave a proper slap. Hard. With the knuckles hitting the temples and the fingers slapping the cheek loose like a whip. And that's what Harry did when the protest turned more violent. That would teach him manners.

[refugeforlosers]

Frank didn't doubt for one moment that he'd just been hit by a professional. It hurt too damn much to even question it. His head whipped to the side, temple instantly throbbing and he pushed down the urge to vomit through the pain. The dizziness didn't help and his eyes weren't even open.

"Thin' cue missed," Frank slurred. It was mostly just to be an ass(and hopefully to avoid more slaps) that he went totally limp like he'd been knocked out, meaning the freaking lapdancer-boxer guy would have to literally drag him the rest of the way.

[black_harry]

The man fell limp. "Fuckin' bastard," Harry muttered, as the weight fell on him. Ignoring the crowd that stood watching, Harry unceremoniously grabbed the man's other arm and dragged him along.