Thread: Paying attention to the details (KingSandy and Yoshie)

Jack had little idea of what was going on about him. Right now was the only time that he enjoyed enduring the long sleeved uniforms because they hid all the track marks he had from shooting up. Thankfully, he hadn't ever gotten infected preferred buying and using his own syringes so there was not too obvious scarring or anything. . . So far. He was collecting his 'tips' and counting them out. The night was over and Jack could feel his high slipping. He debated going into the bathroom for another hit. . . It wasn't worth it. The club was mostly empty and someone might just catch him. Yes, Jack was still under the impression that everything he did was unnoticed. No one had spoken a word to him about. He'd not been fired or anything. Not even written up. Then again, Jack didn't know about all the cameras and other things around the club. He assumed that Winry didn't notice or that Mikan and the others were pulling the same shit. It's what he would do. Well, not would but was doing. As busy as this club was two or three people having a take on the profits here and there couldn't hurt anything. In fact, Jack justified his behavior as survival skills and an effort to keep Miss Winry honest. . . Which he could admit wasn't working. He sighed dazedly and starting to pack up his little kit and everything. He'd made a lot of money tonight. He was starving. The young man muttered a curse. He'd forgotten to eat again. Not that he had any money to put up for food, even here. As much as he was paid, he couldn't do a thing about food and heroin. And heroin had won the coin toss this week. Still, a five buck bowl of soup at a diner wouldn't hurt. Someone called his name. Jack studiously ignored it. Whatever it was, it wasn't his problem until tomorrow. He was off the fucking clock. Jack slipped out of the backroom just in time for one of the bouncers to confront him. The boss'd like to see you, was all he got as the big man clamped a hand on his shoulder and steered him towards the bar. And that was when Jack had a bit of panic. Maybe she did know he'd been stealing? And so now he'd be fired? And probably have to give her all the money he had 'made' tonight which meant no food and no more heroin. And either way, Jack would lose because money got him both. And if he didn't have a job, he couldn't pay rent. Eviction! Which would mean being on the streets. And Jack wasn't exactly built to be on the streets. Shit, what's up? Uh. . . Look, whatever it is, I didn't do it. The bouncer didn't say anything. He simply kept a hold of Jack until they stood in front of the club owner. He let go only to stand behind Jack like man-shaped wall. Not good at all. Hey there, Boss lady. . . Um, I was just about to head home, so. . . What's going on? Surely you don't need me for something right now? Jack was speaking rather quickly, nervous. He'd never known anyone to put him on edge like this woman. It didn't help that he was starting to come down off his high. . . So I'll see you tomorrow and we can continue this conversation never. Jack attempted to take a step and the man-wall stopped him cold. Double-plus-ungood.