Unlike the Other Suits (open)

[James Lee]

Lee may have looked unprofessional but he didn't manage an entire club to make it one of the hottest nightclubs in Manhattan and part of the reason for that was because unlike the other club owner who sat in their VIP lounge the entire time, treating themselves to the woman, he was out at his club every night partying it up and really getting the place moving. People constantly came up to him to buy him drinks, never of which he was to ever reject as long as he saw the bartender poor the alcohol himself, and everybody wanted to get to know the guy that came the closest to the owner of the nightclub. He understood the majority of them were suckups but he told them that to their face and they didn't seem to mind as long as he kept taking their free drinks and so on. He's met people from all sorts of areas of the world that have had enough money to get VIP sections in his club. Movie stars to senators and so on. He spent most of his time down on the floor though meeting people that came into the club. He wanted to know who the regulars were and he wanted them to know him so he could keep his club this cool.

He walked through his busy club wearing his red blazer jacket and his leather pants with a toothpick in his mouth. His hair looked like he had just gotten out of bed but it was actually styled that way and he thought it looked good on him. He was also wearing a pair of lightly shaded sunglasses so people could still see his face while they talk to him. He was really getting the party started by buyin a round of shots for a couple of younger college kids that had came into the bar to check it out while on vacation in Manhattan. He wanted them to recommend this place to all his friends and more importantly once he did that countless of other people wanted to buy him drinks as well. People may not have liked his fashion style but hey couldn't doubt his style in drinking as there never was a drink to turn down.

After a few hours of doing that he went to the bar to just get a bottle of water, he needed to loosen up a bit a was starting to really feel the effect of all that alcohol he took hours earlier for those buying him a drink. Leaning on the bench he took a breather to look around to see how his club was running. Hopefully better then he was because as he looked around he started to get dizzy from all the people there. He was going to have to attempt to sober up at least a little before he would head off to the VIP lounge to meet the celebrities that came and were still waiting to meet him in their private room.

[Hope Michaels]

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Hope was on top of it. She had come in early. Bike engine roaring and waved to James as she set her nuts up for the night. Dressed in black leather pants a black wife beater with a design and a black leather jacket. The jacket was taken off abruptly and hung on the hook under the bar. Time passed and the night picked up. Drinks were served, cash was handled. Some drinks were drunk by her, but not many. Most of the time she spit the drinks back into an empty beer bottle. After the few years of bartending you learned that if she drank the drink that was being bought for her or pretended to the customers usually tipped her better then if she refused.

She moved about with a smile on her face. Eyeliner dark around her eyes, hair wild around her face. Rag wiping down the alcohol that dripped out or that someone spilled. People came and went it was a good night. She looked over at the manager. She smiled. She reached under the bar and grabbed a roll from a small bag that she kept under the counter. She walked over to him and smiled “You look like shit..” she said with a grin. “she handed him the roll and smirked “eat it and you’ll feel better..” she smirked and moved back over to the bar top making another order.

Glancing over to him she winked. She knew what she was doing. The bread would help to soak up the alcohol in his stomach making him feel less woozy and even a little sober.

[Crusifix Corvin]

Most nights within the club seemed to string together like it was one nonstop party for the regulars that came within the well known establishment each and every night since it had been open. The young man wondered if any of the 'regulars' had real jobs or they were just drug dealers, or something else. Arms crossed over his chest his bright blue eyes seemed to scan over the entire nightclub within seconds. Cross was the head of security and very little people knew who he was, ecspecially within the employee's that worked with him. Lee seemed to be the only one that even tried talking to him which was the way he had wanted it from the first night the place had opened. The young mans long silky dark hair hung loosely around his face giving the women something that they found mysterious and appealing about him, the black cut off t-shirt clung to his chiseled torso and left his muscular biceps and forearms in plain site.

Upon the back of his shirt read 'Security' and he was the only one that seemed to roam around the area's of the club, the other nine security guards were posted in certain areas of the club. The faded blue jeans he wore fit loosely around his waist and covered his agile legs all the way to his feet which he wore a pair of black Nike sneakers upon them. The week before Cross had tried to break up a fight and some dumbass had pulled out a knife on him. Thankfully the young man hadn't let the drunk stab him which would have been hard to explain but the cut that he had gotten upon his rib cage stayed covered with a white bandage incase anyone asked about how he was doing of walked into the locker room for the secutiry guards while he was in there getting ready to leave later tonight.

Looking up a warm smile crossed his lips as he seen Lee mingling with the people. Cross and Lee had been close since they were children and seemed to look at one another like they were truly brothers. The young bouncer seemed to be thankful that he wasn't alone in the world anymore and that Lee had come back into his life. Most of the time, he had to spend most of his time watching Lee and the people around him which wasn't a big problem but consumed allot of his time. Within the last six months of being open at least four men had approached Lee trying to get him to sell, weather it be by buying it out from under him or by force which wasn't going to happen. Either way, some of the people that came in were trouble and Cross made sure they were the first to get thrown out.

[James Lee]

Looking around at the scene around him he saw where each of his employees were stationed and even caught a glimpse of Cross but never looked directly at him for longer then a split second before he stopped turning his head around and looked forward again as he heard one of the bartenders talk to him. Looking over to see exactly who it was he remembered her name was Hope Michaels, one of his best employees. "I feel like shit. People need to stop offering me drinks so I can stop taking them." He was complaining but he had been far more smashed in the past from drinking so much and still managed to stay up so it was no concern.

As hope went and got him a piece of bread he took it without looking at her. "Thanks, I need one of these. Can I get some water to Hope?" It was just at that moment another bouncer walked up to him and whispered to him in his ear about a situation going on. He kept his cool the entire time, like the guy wasn't even talking to him and after that he told the bouncer to head back to his position and not even worry about it. He then looked at Cross for 2 seconds and then looked at a guy dancing on the floor for about 10 seconds. Hopefully Cross knew what he was doing. The guy most probably had a weapon on him. Whatever the problem was there was obviously something wrong with the guy if Lee had just done that. Most often eye contact was the only form of communication the two of them needed to get things done, this is because they grew up with each other and knew each other for so long they were just that smooth.

Then looking back at Hope he noticed he had five to 10 minutes of free time before he had to head off to meet somebody, perhaps he'd get to know her a little. "It's a busy night, this nightclub is becoming the hip place. If all it takes is drinking with all my customers then I can't think of a better profession." Hopefully she agreed with him on that.

[Hope Michaels]

Hope smiled to him and shook his head. "hey your not the only one getting drinks darlin, your just the only one drinking them" she chuckled and drunk. she was a multi tasker. Pouring drinks and sliding them down to where they needed to be collecting the money switching the tips out and cashing the rest. she never kept her tip jar above the counter. if it got full people would not really leave her tips anymore. but if they didn't know how much she already had then they would always well almost always give her something.

She turned and looked at James and shook her head. "Best job ever aye.." she chuckled and tossed him a bottle of water. Her pants were tightly fitted to her form. looking like they may have been painted on. No visible lines of anything underneath as she moved about the bar. she looked at his leather pants and smiled again "i like your pants" she said with a grin. she was a leather lover. if there wasn't at least 10 pairs of black leather pants in her closet there was not any.

Unlike most of the girls that attended the bar scene, who dressed all prissy and fancy and sexy, hope was not that. it wasn't her style. she was a trained martial artist, she couldn't round house kick someone while wearing a mini skirt and high heels. well she could but she didn't like the draft. there was one more thing Hope didn't like to wear,..

[Crusifix Corvin]

The young man was standing on the edge of the dancefloor away from the large crowd of dancing people as his eyes scanned across the main floor of the building. The club was enomorous and took almost every cent a guy his age could save to build and maintain until the money started rolling through. Within the last six months 151 had made over ten times as much as what it had costed to establish making the owner and manager rich enough to spend their profits on whatever they wanted, or needed to survive. As he watched over the main floor he could feel someones gaze was fixed upon him. Lee. For years Cross knew when his 'brother' was looking at him, knew what he was thinking without een trying to harness his ability to read the surface thoughts of people around him. 'Hope Michaels' was the only words that he could focus upon that was within Lee's mind. Arching a brow and turning slightly, his bright blue eyes shifted over toward Lee and the woman.

Hope seemed intresting, the dark haired girl had applied for the bartender position before they had even opened up six months ago. Cross had yet to meet her but at least once a night he found himself watching over her and making sure nothing was going on at the bar that she couldn't handle. Bright blue hues watched as she strolled back over to the bar from where Lee was, her movements were graceful yet she didn't care herself like the cheap trash that seemed to populate the nightclub most nights. Smiling to himself, his attention darted back over to Lee as one of the other bouncers walked over. Once his friends eyes fixed upon him and then drifted off to the dancefloor, Cross' eyes followed in that direction. Nodding to himself, he slowly uncrossed his arms from upon his chest and walked onto the dancefloor.

Heading over toward the largly built man, he took a deep breath to gather his sense's and keep control of himself. Being able to break the man in two with little effort made this one of the hardest situations his job at the club had to offer. It took everything in him and total mind control to only hit a man with the mere strength of a human which was very difficult at times, ecspecially when they had a weapon within reach. Stopping behind the man in the black sports jacket, he slowly reached out and touched the mans shoulder. When the man turned around his eyes darted up and down Cross before saying a word. "What the fuck do you want?" He snapped already irriated that one of the bouncers seemed to be harassing him. "Your gonna need to leave the premises, sir." Cross' words were smooth, and as cold as a midwinter grave.

"Is that right?" The man snapped as he turned so that h was directly facing Cross now. "And what the hell are you gonna do if I refuse?" The large man taunted him as he started to reach into the inside of his sports jacket. Reaching out an grabbing the man by the wrist with a firm grip, the young man squeezed just enough to make the mans legs start to shake and he finally collapsed to his knees. "Then I'm gonna make you leave." He told the man flattly as he waitted the two others bouncers to come over. "Please escort this gentlemen off of our property." He told them both as he let go of the mans wrist. Both of the two bouncers grabbed the man by the shoulders and turned to escort him out. "Next time leave your gun at home."

Standing there for a few moments, he waitted for the man to be out of the club before he turned and headed toward the bar where Lee was sitting before he had come out onto the dancefloor. Half of the peoples eyes upon he dancefloor were fixed upon him in surprise and all he could do was flash them a bright smile, "Its alright, go back to havign a good time. The problem has been taken care of." Strolling through the large crowd, he let out a soft sigh of relief as he stood infront of the bar counter next to Lee. "So you'd like to get to know her huh?" He asked him quietly as his eyes turned to Hope who was at the other side of the bar. Resting his forearms upon the surface of the counter he waitted for a relpy from Lee as Hope made her way over toward them.

[James Lee]

"hey your not the only one getting drinks darlin, your just the only one drinking them" He laughed when she said that because he knew how true it really was. He didn't care if she was bartending at the same time while talking to him, in fact that's what he thought bartenders were paid to do so he paid no attention to how much work she was doing, just speaking louder when she was further away. "Hey, wasted alcohol is no joke. I didn't buy this alcohol to be split on the ground. Cleaning up a waste of alcohol off the ground all day is the most depressing job in this joint." He then turned around and yelled towards a janitor that was cleaning up a mess at a stool. "NO OFFENSE SAMMY!" And it was at that moment that Janitor Sammy looked up. Missing most of his teeth and wearing old plaid grey clothing to old for GoodWill, he looked like he was taken off the street and given a job, and knowing Lee's sporadic behavior he most probably was somebody living off the street that he just randomly gave a job to. Sammy gave him a mostly toothless dirty smile and thumbs up before he looked back down at the mop again and continued to mop.

"I like Sammy..." "i like your pants" "So does Sammy." Turning around again he once again gave a thumbs up to Sammy who returned it once again with his hobo smile and thumbs up. "I'm thinking of making the clubs uniform leather pants everyone has to be sowed into every night it gets so tight." If he was sarcastic there or actually was getting to drunk he thought that seriously but he delivered it like he meant it which was the scary part.

At that time Cross came up to him and started to talk to him and he was sort of surprised to see him do that. As far as he was concerned Cross would have preferred for them to pretend to not even know each other the entire time anybody saw them, especially in the club. Personally he felt a little nervous about the whole idea but he made no face expression of it, just pretending to be as drunk as he usually is on nights like these. As long as he ran the club to be the best ever, which is exactly what he did, then there should have been no problem with him doing that.

"So you'd like to get to know her huh?" Coughing he got up from his seat. "Sure. But maybe some time later is a better time to discuss this." He knew what Cross was talking about and that Cross came up to him to encourage him a little bit and he got the message loud and clear which was why he just shunned Cross and walked over towards Hope was now bartending to talk to her a bit more. He was being a dick to Cross but he had to make it seem like they always had no interest for each other. "I want to buy you a drink.. and I want you to drink it to." He wasn't letting her sneak past this one.

[Hope Michaels]

Hope looked at Sammy. She shot him a smile and a wink and nodded at James as he spoke. Sammy looked like some kind of hobo that just walked in off the street and some nights she thought he might as well just be that. he was all scruffy and grimy looking but no one seemed to notice him unless they directly knoew what he was doing like coming in contact with him or something. Most people didnt really notice teir surroundings. and most didnt care too. they were all here for the same set of reasonings. if it wasent one of them it was the other.

She was working but always had time to talk to James. Not only was he her boss but he was also pretty friendly and kinda hot also. So talking to him was on her list of things to do every night should he come over. She smiled again in his direction and looked over to the other man. The bodyguard. She tried to remember his name and it escaped her for a moment, cross.. She thought abruptly and was a bit excited that she could remember.

Turning back to James as he approached she tilted her head up to look at him skeptical look on her face as she listened to his words. “You want to buy me a drink?” she asked arching a brow. She licked her lips and smiled. Reaching up too run fingers through her hair as she spoke. Looking off to the side for a moment before meeting his eyes with her own and saying. “Hmmm I don’t usually mix business with pleasure ..” she chuckled and continued “but if there’s anything I have learned from you in my time here James its that business can also be pleasurable..” she smiled and nodded.

“So what am I drinkin darlin’” she said and winked at him turning back to start working again as she waited for his response.

[James Lee]

"Whats the hardest and most pain in the ass drink for you to try to make? Make one for the each of us." He figured with her working so much here that sometimes she must get the most obscure and pain in the ass drinks to make, the ones that were ordered only every so often but were around. He didn't know what people ordered here at the bar all the time in this club, all he knew was that the alcohol sold well and the more the alcohol sold then the more he would buy of it to make a profit for the next week and it made everyone happy in the end. He also wanted to see her make a pain in the ass drink to test her on her skills. If she screwed up he was already plastered enough to not even notice but this was also a time for her to show off, not that she had to.

It was at that moment another suit walked up to him telling him about how some sort of movie star wanted to meet him in the VIP lounge. Realizing what he was in the middle of and how he shouldn't see the star at the time in such a state he turned down the offer and then turned back at Hope. "How many of the employees do you know?" He knew she saw him with Cross and wondered if she actually knew who he was or not. He wasn't about to introduce him if she hadn't met him before though because Cross was only friends with those that he wanted to be friends with. "I mean you've been here for a while now, you must know at least some of them." He knew absolutely every single person that worked here and they knew who he was in almost a personal level. As crazy as some of the employees that worked here dressed themselves. When people met them they were usually hard working, and most importantly honest people. Honesty was key in his crew because he needed to know what was going on at all times so he could control it. As much alcohol as he could consume he seemed to be on top of the situation at all times.

[Hope Michaels]

“the hardest drink or the one that’s the most pain in the ass?” she asked with a chuckle as she popped the tops off a couple of beers and handed them to the people before taking their money and going about her business like usual. “hmm” she said as she moved over closer to James and smiled. Pressing the buttons on the register and placing the cash in “I’d have to say the mojito” she winked and smiled as she turned and bend over in front of him to get the glasses on the bottom shelf along with the wooden masher.

Then she moved closer to him with a grin. Leaning her body against his as she reached into the cabinet behind him pulling out the jar of mint leaves and the rest of the ingredients she needed. She winked and smiled turning her back to him as she she threw in the leaves sugar and smashed them in the bottoms of both glasses. She moved quickly but still this particular drink takes time to prepare.

Filling the cups with ice before she poured in the alcohol she smiled as she turned taking one of the cups in one hand and a silver shaker in the other she placed the silver shaker over the glass and shook the glass like it owed her money. She did the same with the other glass and then handed one to him. She winked and smiled before taking a sip and licking her lips. Yep it was damn sexy good. “how’s it taste?” she asked arching a brow