A Bodyguards Guard.

An Interview?

     The slat bursts open, barely missing Tori's face, as he steps to the side, and swings his head backward. A girl stands in the doorway.

     "Yes?" she yells above the music, looking around for the guest. Tori sticks his head out from behind the door that would have smacked his face, hadn't he moved just before. With narrowing eyes, and a disgruntled look, he stares at her.

      "Oh, hello." she says with smiling eyes..

      "Actually, I think I have the wrong address. Sorry" He goes to leave, but the girl grabs his arm, holding him there. He turns his head around, and glares at the girl.

      The girl stares back at him for a moment.

     "OH, you're the new hire?" she smirks, looking at him with a happy expression.

      "I was, but I've changed my mind." Tori says, as he tries to remove his arm from her grip.

     "Ya, OK, Mr. Sketchy." she exclaims, pulling him into the loud room, who reluctantly follows.

     Inside was a pool table, with three other teens in the room. They all looked at the commotion.

     "Just a moment, ima go get the boss." The girl slips by the table, and disappears in a hallway. The other three look at Tori, while the music plays. Tori stares at them.

     The closest one is blond; long hair, that's pulled back into a man bun. He's the tallest out of the three, and also the skinniest. Wearing a Hawaiian shirt, with cargo pants, and flip flops; he was standing at the front of the pool table, just about to take a shot at the now forgotten white ball, when he heard the new guy come in.

     The youngest kid had to be at most 15. He had jogging pants on, with a hoodie wrapped around his waist. His shirt says, "If Your a Nerd, Your a Turd." on the front. He was standing behind the pool table, staring at Tori openly.

      The last person in the room was sitting in a chair reading a book. He was the older one out of the two, and had reddish brown hair, which was swept to the side. He had a red polo, with black slacks on. out of the three he was the most professional.

     The youngest spoke first.

     "Hey, new man." He smiles, walking over, "My names Michel, but you can call me Mich." and holds out his right hand, for his left was holding his pole.

     "Tori," nodding to the kid. Mich looks at his hand, then at Tori's crossed arms. After deciding it was a lost cause, he shrugs putting his hand down.

     "Welp, that blondie right here, is Kenneth." He jesters to the one focusing on the white ball, in the bottom right hand corner.

      "Yello," Kenneth replies without looking up.

     "And that mopey dope, over there, is Auston." Mich makes a face at him. Auston ignored the whole conversation, by reading his book.

     "Hey. You know, Mich, there's no need for speaking rude." says Kenneth, while setting up his next move. He pulls his pole back, aims, then shoots, hitting the white ball, knocking it into a group of four in the top left. It hits a green striped ball at the wall and rolls into the top right hand corner. "Damn it." he grumbles.

      "HA! That's my point, sucker." Mich points out.

      Tori just watches with utter confusion, as the two tease each other. Both boys now where arguing over the game.  Auston looks up from his book to properly look at the newcomer.