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Chelsea didn't conceal the wide smile on her face as she walked around the room, snatching the money from the men's dirty hands.
"Thanks for the tips, boys," she laughed, stuffing the bills in her bra.
She stopped when one man slapped her on the behind, "No problem at all."
Chelsea opened her mouth to say something but stopped herself and sighed. She made her way to the bar, sitting down and pulling out her earnings. Chelsea licked her fingers and began counting.
"Bourbon, Gloria," Chelsea said to the bartender. Gloria nodded and grabbed the girl her drink.
Someone cleared their throat behind Chelsea, "Excuse me."
"I'm on break, come back in an hour," she replied, continuing counting her money.
"I'd rather not wait, Heather," the man said, instantly grabbing her attention by using her real name. Chelsea turned around, looking the man up and down.
He was dressed like a normal guy, short haircut and by the dog tags around his neck, he was probably a soldier.
"What do you want?" She asked, putting away the bills. Chelsea grabbed her glass, taking a sip of the alcohol.
"To talk," he answered, reaching into his pocket.
Chelsea tilted her head, smirking at the man, "Conversations aren't free around here."
The man took his hand out of his back pocket with a roll of money in it, "That's what this is for."
Chelsea sighed, taking one last sip of her drink before taking the man's hand. She led him to one of the booths, taking the roll out of his hand before sitting him down.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?" She asked, climbing on top of him.
The man leaned back on the couch, looking up at her, "My name's Rick Flag and my boss sent me." Chelsea moved her body along with the slow music blasting, she squinted her eyes at him.
"And, who's your boss?"
"Doesn't matter but what does is what you can do. Telepathy, mind control and stuff, right?" Rick asked, placing his hands on her hips.
Chelsea stopped her actions, staring at him, "What do you want?"
"My boss, she wants to put together a team of people like you to help the city. To protect citizens against threats that the government can't exactly, handle."
"How does she even know about me?"
"Amanda Waller knows everything about everybody," Rick said, almost sounding annoyed at the fact.
"Chelsea!" A man yelled. Chelsea looked over her shoulder at Charlie, the club owner, "I don't pay you to not dance!"
Chelsea rolled her eyes, continuing her actions on Rick, "What's in it for me?"
"Well," Rick started, staring down the girl, "for one, you get out of this place and we can help you with your sister."
Chelsea bent down, placing her backside on Rick's crouch, "You know where she is?" She looked over her shoulder and Rick nodded.
