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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 11, 2008 23:17:33 GMT 1
Last minute bookings were always fun, especially something as massive as a Hens Night. There was nothing like some inconsiderate bitch to decide to fuck up everyone else’s schedule because she was too goddamn stupid to do everything when she was supposed to. Oh well, at least the late booking fee was worth it, and Silas had been none too generous with it. That was the good thing about desperate people; you could make impossible demands and get away with it.
Finding staff at short notice wasn’t exactly simple, most of them immediately started bitching about ‘other engagements’ or some shit. People never seemed to take it well when you suggested they work extra for some reason no matter how much extra cash you sent their way.
Still, Kris could be relied upon. A little young for their tastes maybe, but he was always so desperate for any extra knuts he could send to his leech of a mother that he’d probably show no matter what.
Silas settled himself down at the desk on his downstairs office, opening a bottle of Firewhiskey and pouring himself a small glass. It ought to be about Dinner time up at the school now, according to his watch, which meant the boy could probably escape without too much notice. Finding a spare bit of parchment, he quickly penned a short note in the usual style; short, unsigned, and ambiguous. Silas’s handwriting was fairly distinctive, so there would be no doubt who sent it.
Office. Now.
After sending the owl off to the castle, Silas stayed only long enough to finish the glass then went upstairs to oversee the preparations. The door was left open for Kris to enter at his leisure. After all, there was no sense in giving him the satisfaction that Silas had been up waiting for him. He’d be down to check if Kris had arrived in his own damn time. |
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Post by kris on Nov 11, 2008 23:27:51 GMT 1
Kris had been enjoying dinner at the Hufflepuff table, quietly talking to Louis and making plans for that evening. They had been working on school stuff so much lately that he just wanted a nice night, for them to be able to do something romantic. His plan was to go for a walk after nightfall, as long as he was with Louis he was hoping it wouldn't make the younger boy too fearful. Perhaps they could catch a movie later, or just snuggle up together in the Room of Requirement. It was one of his favorite places, after all, it was the place where he'd first kissed Louis.
Suddenly an owl fluttered into the Great Hall, making some of the students look up in wonder. It wasn't often that messages were delivered at this time of the evening, though it wasn't a completely unusual occurrance. Kristian felt his heart sink, grabbing the note out of the air, recognizing Silas's owl immediately. He didn't bother opening the letter in public, just bit his lip and looked at his boyfriend.
"It's from a...friend. He needs my help tonight. We'll get together tomorrow, alright? I promise we'll do something fun." Kris gave Louis a short kiss before getting up and clearing his plate. Why did Silas always insist on doing this to him? It didn't use to be like this, then again, he'd only turned legal a few weeks ago. It was probably why he was called upon so much more often, making it difficult to squeeze in everything around Louis, school, homework and Prefect Duty. Still, the money for Louis's birthday present was well spent.
After a quick run to the dormitory where he left his book bag and grabbed a sweater for the walk to Hogsmeade, he left the castle hopefully unnoticed by anyone. In a way he was glad that Silas had contacted him early enough for him to make a rather unnoticed escape. Though by the time he entered the club - frozen to the bone and shivering - he was annoyed that his boss wasn't at least around to greet him. |
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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 11, 2008 23:47:56 GMT 1
Things were progressing unusually smoothly now, which was somewhat of a disappointment. It meant there was no one that could be hassled. In between checking his watch every two minutes, grumbling in general about cost effectiveness and picking a fight with one of decorators about how exactly the seating plans were specified, Kris was left waiting for a good ten or so minutes, all completely intentionally. Dominance display, general need to be annoying, or whatever you might call it.
”Ah, there you are,” Silas said crisply when he decided to come downstairs at long last. Unceremoniously dumping another half-empty glass of booze on the table, Silas immediately went to the seat behind his desk and sat down comfortably, slouching back lazily and gesturing at the chair in front of the desk to suggest that Kris should do the same.
”Short notice, I know, but, I was wondering if you could give me a hand.” Silas said, getting right to the point and leaning forwards to pick up his own planner, which was almost overflowing with scribbles and notations. ”Some crank didn’t read the part about things having to be prepared two weeks in advance and now I think we’re a little short staffed, so I need you to be here until about five or six in the morning tonight. The show starts about in an hour. Think you can manage that?” he asked, peering at Kris harshly to gauge his reaction. It wasn’t a request, it was an order.
It would be much easier once Kris was out of school already and there was no need to meet in person all the time in case an owl got intercepted and they both got in trouble. It was a downright hassle and a waste of both their time. |
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Post by kris on Nov 12, 2008 0:15:18 GMT 1
Kris frowned when Silas put him on the spot like that. It wasn’t like the older male didn’t know that he didn’t have a choice. Then again, the man liked displays of power, liked being in control and treating everyone like slaves. Which in a sense, he was. Sure, now that he was seventeen it was legal to strip there, but that didn’t mean he had the power to leave. The school would know in an instant, or that’s what he expected anyway. Truthfully he was too afraid to take the risk.
So he’d traveled the long way up to the club, and finally sat down after ten minutes, taking off his coat and still shivering in the cold air. The bar wasn’t opened yet, which was a pity because he could really use a drink right now. Having been called away from Hogwarts for the night without having time to explain where he was going or what he was up to was definitely getting to him. Then again, when had Silas ever cared about him? All he was, was a piece of meat.
Though he had to admit, as far as bosses went, the man was alright. He didn’t let people hurt him (save for that one time with Marius which really had been his own fault for not noticing the boy had followed him into the dressing room), gave them free drinks before they went onstage, and all he wanted was something in return ever so often. Never a fuck or anything big like that, but a kiss here or there, an evening spent in the others lap as a dog.
So he nodded, rubbing his hands together in a futile attempt to warm himself. ”What’s the game plan?” Sometimes he was with men, sometimes with women. They would request a regular dance onstage or lapdances, sometimes he was booked to be with one person for the entire night. Whoever he was with, he always tried to think of Louis. |
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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 12, 2008 0:37:23 GMT 1
”Nothing too hard I recon,” Silas replied quickly, flicking to the proper page on the planner and picking up the glass for another sip. ”We got a group of about 15 witches coming down for a surprise Hen’s Night in the VIP room upstairs. I’ve been trying to get hold of some others to give you a hand but they’re all busy,” he said in tone which clearly said that particular turn of events hadn’t left him very impressed.
Silas fished out a small coloured photo of a painfully plain and unattractive looking blonde witch with stringy hair who was smiling somewhat manically at everyone outside the photograph. Silas snorted derisively and handed it over to Kris. ”That’s the one. But they’re paying good money as well for the full show so try and pull all stops out. Sorry you don’t have enough time to plan what you’re going to do but I trust you can improvise just fine.” Of course he could. Kris may be pathetic but at least he wasn’t (entirely) stupid.
”I’ll tell the barman upstairs to give you anything you need on the house before the show,” Silas added. Kris probably hadn’t had a chance to eat much thanks to this mess, and the last thing the place needed was one of the dancers toppling over from dehydration halfway through. As a sign of goodwill, he took another glass out of the desk of his draw and poured Kris half some of the Firewhiskey he was drinking. ”Here, take this kid, you’re gunna need it.” |
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Post by kris on Nov 13, 2008 19:53:41 GMT 1
Kristian listened quietly. Dancing for girls was easier for him, sure they got a little handsy sometimes but nowhere near as rough and forward as the men did. They also gave him a lot more tips and were easier to please. Now that he was of age, he was allowed to work more nights like these, which he was pretty pleased about. He still hated the job, but on nights like this it wasn’t all bad.
Improvising. It wasn’t a skill of his, but he’d worked enough to dream most routines right now. Dance onstage, talk to the girls, compliment and flirt and make sure that they ordered enough drinks to roll them home afterwards. ”Alright boss.” He put on a brave face, giving the man a slight smile. He had wondered for a while now if he should tell him about what happened with Marius, if he could warn him somehow.
A drink was pushed in his direction and he took it gratefully, downing the liquid that burned a path down his throat. Alcohol affected him quickly, especially as he hadn’t eaten for a while, though he would make sure to wolf down some food before the girls arrived. It was good that he was the only one there, maybe he’d make some extra money off of it. ”Boss, can I talk to you about something?” The decision to tell him was made easier by the warm feeling spreading through his body. |
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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 14, 2008 0:06:26 GMT 1
Silas was quite happy to end things after Kris accepted the drink. He’d corked the firewhiskey back up and was midway through putting the planner in the draw when Kris started speaking again slowly and deliberately. His curiosity was tickled enough not to just cast the boy out to prepare already. Hopefully it wouldn’t take too long, Silas thought insensitively; they only had something like forty five minutes until the guests started arriving and he had things to organise before then.
By the tone in Kris’s voice it wasn’t exactly a light subject he wanted to touch on either. Granted, Kris usually always had some reservations about talking to him to start with, but this sounded different. Silas wasn’t entirely sure what had given Kris the impression he would even care to start with, so if he was this desperate to spill it had to be important.
Maybe it was just the alcohol talking; younger people were always worse at keeping their inhibitions at the slightest whiff of any sort of booze. Silas had consumed so much over the years he’d probably developed a biological resistance. (That or a permanently broken liver)
Putting on an air of concern, he leaned forwards to listen, arms folded on the desk. ”Hmm?” |
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Post by kris on Nov 24, 2008 16:12:55 GMT 1
Kristian was a fairly easy person. He figured that people who treated him well must have a reason for doing so. Now in this case it was more likely that Silas needed him on the job, than that he actually liked him, but he still felt gratitude for the older man. He had taken him in, taken a chance on him when he was just a small underage boy. He'd given him a job, money which he so desperately needed, and Kris would always be thankful and loyal to him.
"Sir, I...A while ago, while I was working, there was a guy who came to my dressing room just before I was about to go onstage." He really didn't like thinking back on this, but what if Marius came back to the club and did it to someone else? He'd much rather take the abuse again than see it happen to anyone else. But perhaps if he told Silas, the man would protect them all.
"He figured that I was his, since I work here. And he raped me." His words sounded hesitant, his emotions guarded so he stuck to the simple facts. At least now he'd told his boss, and it was up to Silas Rosier to do something with it or just let it slide. He wouldn't have to feel guilty and protective over the others now, because that was his boss's job wasn't it. Perhaps he was horribly naive, but he couldn't help but feel better now that the older male knew. |
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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 28, 2008 5:35:22 GMT 1
That was bad, very bad, and not just because Kris had been attacked and that meant feigning being alarmed. It raised security issues, possible lawsuits, and the fact they were still on very limited time before the party. If Silas looked worried, it was because he was, but not about Kris’s wellbeing. Thank God Kris was now seventeen which meant he wouldn’t have to make excuses as to why the boy was in the stripper’s dressing rooms to start with. The last thing he also needed was workers coming in fearing for their safety, it didn’t do much for their performances and it was a real blow to Scores previous unblemished worker safety record.
“I see,” he said quietly, clasping his hands together and looking down at the desk for a moment to think. Security in the dressing rooms was going to have to be stepped up for one. It was a pity there was no spell that blocked access into places except for certain people, because that would definitely simplify things. “I’m going to station one of the bouncers next to the change rooms for a while until I can find something more permanent,” he said slowly, still mulling it over, then looked back up at Kris.
“I suppose you’re alright to keep working, or you wouldn’t have come in. I can arrange for you to get ready somewhere else if that makes you feel better.” He knew that some rape victims apparently had trouble ever returning to the scene of the attack without damn near suffering breakdown. Pathetic really. The inability of people to move forward never ceased to surprise him. If Kris didn’t want to go back to the rooms immediately he was going to have to be coaxed back in eventually to save the trouble of stationing him somewhere else.
“After tonight though, I get it if you want to take some time off but I’ll need to know how long. I can’t do much else to help you unless you tell me who it was and what kind of action you want to take, because we can start by banning them from ever coming in again and possibly hurting anyone else,” he said, looking at Kris expectantly for a name. |
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Post by kris on Dec 9, 2008 19:28:28 GMT 1
“I suppose you’re alright to keep working, or you wouldn’t have come in. I can arrange for you to get ready somewhere else if that makes you feel better.”
Kris shook his head quietly, looking up at Silas. He was thankful for the added security, not for himself but for the other, younger boys. He’d know who to look out for now, he wasn’t as innocent as he used to be. But the man was right, avoiding the scene of the attack would do no good. Besides, he’d been living with the experience for a while now and had never said anything before. It meant that he’d been in that room countless times since the rape, and though he didn’t quite feel comfortable, it wasn’t as if he were about to break down. What good would it do to start crying over something like this? It wouldn’t make the memory or the fact go away. It was best to simply move on and accept it, like he had accepted stripping as a way of life.
“After tonight though, I get it if you want to take some time off but I’ll need to know how long. I can’t do much else to help you unless you tell me who it was and what kind of action you want to take, because we can start by banning them from ever coming in again and possibly hurting anyone else,”
Kristian wasn’t at all sure whether or not he should tell his boss. In a way he was worried that when Marius was banned from the club, his secret would be spread all through the castle in no time. Though he knew that he was supposed to talk to his boyfriend at least, he really didn’t feel comfortable with everyone knowing just yet. ”I don’t need time off, I’m fine really. And I don’t know about the rest...He’s a Hogwarts student. It could get me in trouble. And you, since I was underage at the time. I don’t think it would be such a good idea to take action against him if it could reflect back on you, sir.” |
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