The Garden

Tips

"Axl, can you lock up?" Duff asked, tossing Axl the keys. 

"Sure, man," he replied, catching them and putting them in his back pocket as he wiped the table clean of its mystery substances. 

Slash poked his head through the door, "Hey dude, I'm headin to my place, you good to walk back there?" 

Axl smirked, nodding, "I think I can manage a few blocks without a big strong curly-head loser to protect me." 

Slash rolled his eyes, "Whatever, I'll leave the place unlocked for ya." 

Axl swept the rag over the table before crouching below the table to find somebody's lost wallet. He crossed his fingers. Please please pleaaase belong to a drug dealer. 

Axl unlatched it and rifled through the pockets before finding two crisp hundred dollar bills and several ones, if he had to guess, the wallet's owner had a recent successful business exchange at the Garden earlier, and intended to splurge about twenty dollars in ones to stick in a stripper's underwear. 

Axl tossed the wallet case seeming as the rest of it had no worth as it belonged to some shady character with no legal identification whatsoever, before continuing his cleaning. 

Axl picked up the broom and began sweeping up the dirty floor when he heard footsteps from behind him. He glanced casually over his shoulder to find a tall, late thirties-ish man with a lean build and early-graying hair emerging from the back lounge with a messy, untucked, button-up shirt. "Woah," he noted, his voice deep and gruff. He looked around the empty club cluelessly, "Where'd everyone go?" 

"Garden's closed." 

He looked around some more as if Axl were lying to him and people were just hiding, "..I didn't think I was back there for very long.." 

Axl grinned, "And whatever was a handsome man like you doing in the back lounge by himself for such a long time..?" 

He looked down, "Uhh, just lookin for my wallet," he replied, obviously lying.

Axl smirked, while it was quite coincidental that he had actually found a wallet, the guy clearly was making it up to just cover up the fact he was giving himself a job in the lounge, "Mmmhm I see."

"Yeah, uh, have you seen it?"

"Nope but your fly's undone sweetheart."

"Dammit!" he hobbled, zipping up his pants. 

Axl snickered, "No I haven't seen it sugar, but I'll help ya look."

"Thanks." 

Axl peered over the edges of the backs of booths and crouched underneath the tables for any signs of the missing wallet but only found two bucks and thirty-five cents. Axl got up from under the table and leaned over the seat, pulling at the seat to look if anything fell into the gap. Then suddenly he felt two hands rest on his hips. "What-" 

"Shhhhhh sh sh shhh. You don't gotta talk babydoll," he cut him off, lifting Axl's shirt up his spine to rub the skin on his lower back, "Everybody knows you're the hottest ass in the club, why you holdin' out baby?" He chuckled as Axl shifted uncomfortably, anger rising in his throat as he tried to squirm away. "Aw stop movin so much, bitch. I know you're a slut, why you actin suddenly so shy?" 

He felt a nudging against his tailbone as he pushed him further onto the seat and forced him to climb to all-fours. Axl hissed as he felt a sting on ass as he smacked him. "Mmm I want you to whine for me, bitch."

Axl growled as he hit him again, "-Agh! Ern, how can I do that when- when I don't even know your name baby?" 

"Daddy works just fine for me."