"Five, six, seven, eight," a loud voice spoke, guiding himself and his two partners to the beat of the music.
"One, two- dip, Avery-five, six, seven, eight! And one, two, three, four!" All three dancers strikes a pose.
The leader who was named -Saint Suppapong- grinned and clapped his small hands together.
"You lads are ah-mazing, I swear it! We're going to dominate tomorrow night!"
"And after we dominate in the show, we can submit in... Other things?" Earth asked, giggling a bit.
"As long as it's no one from Alive, I don't care what you do," Saint replied with a fleeting smile.
Earth frowned and tugged at his fringe.
"All of the dancers at Alive are super attractive!" Ohm, the other dancer, whined, pouting out his bottom lip.
"Yeah, well, once you sleep with the competition, you're practically offering them a role in your life and from there, they can take over The Dollhouse. And I won't let that happen."
Saint grabbed his bag and blew a kiss before leaving the dance room. He entered a hallway that led to the dressing room and went over to his vanity, where he stripped from his shorts and tight tee and pulled on a clean grey top with ripped skinnies and blue TOMS.
"Have a nice day, Saint!" Another dancer called out, smiling. Saint grinned and thanked him before leaving.
Even though it was early March, Saint still decided to walk home. He liked to walk- it helped him think. Although Saint had a car, he preferred the cool air and groups of people who all had a story.
There was a bum on the street, asking for money. How did he get to be in such a situation?
There was a young, pregnant girl waddling along the sidewalk. Why would she make such choices? Was she happy with being a mother at such a young age?
An old couple were sitting on a bench, giving each other loving looks and exchanging small talk. Have they been in love since a young age?
Saint didn't like to think of himself as nosy- he was simply curious on how other people got through their lives. He was a stripper, after all. Saint wondered if anyone was ever curious about his story.
The only part about Saint's walks that he didn't enjoy was walking past Alive the rival strip club of his own.
Saint had to admit, Earth and Ohm were right- the strippers here were attractive.
Alive and The Dollhouse were tied at being the number one gay strip club in Thailand and they were both teetering up towards the top charts.
Saint only walked past the club because it was the long way home and he preferred it that way. The club just so happened to be right at this particular location and it drove him crazy.
Saint was walked past the alleyway leading to the side of the club when he ran smack into someone and fell to his bum.
"Oops?" The stranger muttered, smirking a bit.
"Bye," Saint snapped, rolling his eyes and lifting himself off the ground with much difficulty. Saint couldn't help that he had junk in the trunk.
"Maybe you should drop the attitude and watch where your going," the (admittedly attractive) guy said with a nasty sneer.
Saint placed his tiny hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow. "You are the one who came waltzing out a fucking alley and into the damn streets of Bangkok!"
"Do you even know who I am?" The other lad quipped and Saint shook his head because he'd barely looked at the man.
Finally, Saint's eyes scanned the stranger's body and he did happen to recognize him.
He was tall and a bit lanky, but he had defined muscles. Tattoos scattered here and there and Saint could even see some due to the dip of the man's tee collar.
"You work at Alive, I know that much," Saint offered, not wanting to give in.
"Well, you obviously don't know anything about anyone. I am Perth Tanapon."
"And I'm Saint Suppapong. Your point?"
The two exchanged a harsh glare before Saint began walking away.
Those Alive strippers were no good. And Saint wasn't going to put up with any of them- especially not the egotistic icon of the club.
