He wasn't getting enough hours at the Grill and after a really bad incident with a customer, he decided it was best to find another job...course it would still be in the dancing and stripping business. Pain had a very nice body and a nice face to go along, so he was literally the perfect candidate for a dancer.

He wore tight black skinnies that hung low off his slender waist and a white wife beater with the straps carelessly hanging off his shoulders. He did dress warmly though and threw on a leather jacket to keep him from freezing to death.

He walked along the dark roads, looking for some help wanted signs from well known strip joints. He had recovered from his ordeal with the vampire, but things were still weird between him and Andre. He tried to push the hunter from his mind and focus on finding some slimmer of hope in a window.

Finally, he stopped once he saw a help wanted sign and looked up to read the name of the strip joint...but wondered if they hired male strippers? Might as well go in and look around to get the answer to his question. He opened the door and walked in, asking to speak to the owner or manager here about the strip job.

Sitting up from her bed, Coco came to realise that she had slept quite a bit of the day away. Sighing a little, she looked down in the bed to the form next to her, which was sleeping peacefully. Taking the quilt from herself and the other person, she wrapped around herself neatly and padded over to the blinds to see if there were many cars outside the club. Being a bit too drunk the night before to drive, Coco had decided that it would just be easier to stay in the rooms above the club. Rubbing her temples to sooth the headache which she could feel coming on, she made her way to the door of the room so that she could go off in search of some clothes for herself.

Arriving in the dancer’s dressing room in nothing but a red velvet quilt didn’t cause much of a stir to the dancers that had shown up at the club early. After passing a few smiling men and women, she popped into her office where she had a backup make up kit and a clean dress or two. Once she had taken a quick shower and gotten the makeup from the night before off, Coco head back to her office to dress.

Coco smiled lightly into the mirror which sat in her office. She was beautiful. Sitting into her chair, she tapped her crimson, neatly painted nails against the desk. After a few seconds of this she began to drift off to memories of the song that she was tapping her nails to. A loud knock on the glass door of her office broke her connection to those memories. Throwing a look of annoyance for a second before a look of kindness, Coco stood from the desk and motioned towards the door before opening it. Being told that there was a man looking to talk to her, she held a look of interest, and watched as the man was brought into her office.

Hello, I’m Coco Deschamps, owner of this lovely establishment, how can I help you mon cher? She said before heading over to her desk again and offering the young man the seat opposite to sit in. Placing herself down silently on her chair, she smiled once more and then placed her hands on the desk before her.

He looked around the establishment and it looked more decent than the bar did. After a few moment, a dark haired woman came out and motioned for him to follow her. He trailed along behind her, looking around with each step till they came to a office and he sat down once motioned to.

He cocked an eyebrow at her last part of the sentence but said. I'm looking for a job as a dancer.....and I saw that you were hiring so that is why I came. He said.