Blue

The Watch

Vante was getting frustrated because he couldn't talk to anyone about his secret mission and he really wanted to speak to someone. Yoongi and Hobi knew something was going on but didn't know what and had come to the conclusion that he was still pissed off over having to work at Magpies. Vante thought of a positive over all this though, all the time he was buttering up the cop, he probably wouldn't be told to work anywhere other than Bluebirds which suited him.

He was planning his costume for the evening performance, wondering if the cop would be there and knowing that eyes would be on him. He didn't know which one of Blue's men would be there but he knew one would be and he was sure that Dente didn't know about their little plan. He was uncertain as to how much information Dente was given, he was often perplexed because they obviously held him in high esteem for him to be a manager but he'd born witness to the looks Dente was given behind his back.

"That cop is here, V" Vante hadn't heard Yoongi enter his room.

"Why are you telling me?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes "Because last time you were giving him a private lap dance so I thought you might want to know. What's eating you?"

Vante fingered the tassels on his cloak as he fastened it "Nothing sadly... haven't been eaten out in a while."

"That is much more information than I requested, V."

Vante poked his tongue out at Yoongi just before his face was covered with his mask. Yoongi gave him the middle finger and left, closing the door behind him. The stripper was grateful for small things in this life he was living because it was those that made the whole situation bearable.

**

Jungkook sat at the high table, with an equally high chair that he seemed to favour, aside from his usual position at the bar. He had spent all day researching the clubs and Blue, but had come up with nothing. He was finding it frustrating that somehow, Blue had managed to keep everything underground, unless he really was clean and there just wasn't anything dodgy going on. There were plenty of rumours, accusations, theories and allegations but nothing ever stuck. When people turned up dead and the trail nearly, very nearly led to the clubs, there was always a dead end or on the rare occasion it made it further, more people ended up dead or disappeared completely... usually witnesses. Jungkook couldn't understand how that in itself wasn't suspicious and worthy of investigation but by that stage, the alibi's were watertight and the evidence was scarce.

Jimin had been quizzing him on why he was so bothered... was he 'bothered'? Was that the right word? Jungkook had decided that he was 'affected' rather than bothered, but he didn't know why he had been so 'affected' by Vante. Perhaps it was the fact he was so mysterious and once he knows who he is, the novelty will wear off... he didn't know. Jimin told him he should get laid and be done with it because he was convinced it is just sexual frustration rather than anything else... maybe it was a bit of that? It has been months since he has fucked someone in a meaningful way, he couldn't count the hook-ups because they were purely just sex, no intimacy, not even any kissing in some of the cases. Getting laid, properly, might be what he needed but there was only one man he wanted right now and maybe it was his stubbornness that refused to let this go.

The lights in the club flashed purple, before going out completely and plunging the club into darkness. A few people gasped, obviously they hadn't been here before, Jungkook thought. He always felt a tingle of nervousness waiting for the lights to come back on, his skin prickled with excitement, he counted to 12... the lights were always off for 12 seconds. There was a drop of the beat as the song kicked in and the purple spotlight appeared, highlighting the cloaked figure on stage. The cloak was black, but the edges of the fabric were a band of silver sparkles which cast a pattern on the walls as the spotlight hit them. People cheered as Vante moved, flicking his head back as he spun around the pole so the hood fell, revealing the mop of freshly dyed blue hair.