Hired for Love? (Pewdiecry)

The Problem

- I would just like to say, I do not own any of the characters. I only own the plot. -
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Cry's POV

Today was the day, the most important meeting of my life. This affair will decide whether or not I can keep my club.

I run my fingers through my brown mop nervously. What will happen? Walking out of my house I am addressed with a cool breeze and the obnoxious sunlight cascading down. Squinting, I begin my walk toward the place I call home.

The club I own, well co - own has been open for a year, I love it in there. The flashing lights, loud music, the strong aroma of alcohol in the air. That place is heaven to me and I will do anything to keep it afloat, so when I heard from Mad that an inspector was coming later today I became nervous as fuck.

Just the thought of my sanctuary shutting down makes my knees buckle. Everything must go perfect today.

As I walk into the double doors I am greeted with a waft of tequila and the sound of my child hood friend screaming at one of the strippers. Laughing nervously I walk over to see Mad, red faced and frustrated as the girl trembles slightly.

"What's going on friend?" I ask trying my best to hide my nervous tone. "What's wrong? What's wrong is our lead dancer left without a trace this morning! No one knows where she is!" Mad looked at me seething with anger, but his attitude depleted slightly as he told the girl that she was dismissed. Me, on the other hand, I was standing there with my mouth agape and my shoulders trembling.

My whole body went numb as I thought of all the problems that could also potentially occur today. For instance, what if we run out of liquor?...No, that can't happen we just received a new shipment...But what if not enough people come?....No, we always have a full house, why would tonight be any different?....oh god what if- "Cry?!? Earth to Cry? Are you here!?"

Looking up and blinking I was confused to see Mad snapping his fingers in front of my face. I push his hand away from myself and shake out of my haze. "Yes, I am fucking awake. Now what do you want?" Sighing Mad crosses his arms, "we need a new lead dancer." Rolling my eyes I look Mad up and down, "why don't you do it?" Smirking I chuckle at the idea as Mad grows angry. "Shut up and fix the problem or we are both screwed."

Annoyed, I agreed to find a new 'dancer' before stepping out of the club and into the vexatious sun light. Groaning, I begin walking down the street trying to come up with a solution. My club is successful, popular, and just strait out sexy. I have been co owner for a year now and have run into this fucking issue. One of my main strippers quit. Yes, she was not a 'dancer' nor a bloody 'perfomer' she was a stripper. She left without a warning, that slut. Now that I have to find a replacement I think I know the perfect little place to find one. An aged brothel that the old stripper worked in as her side job...what was her name again? Jessica? Jamie?....Maybe it was Jennifer?...Oh god was she annoying as hell.....I should start thinking on the lighter side. 'Maybe her leaving could lead to something better' I think to myself as I stroll into the front doors of the surprisingly clean brothel.

"Welcome to Amnesia, how may I assist you?" I look up to find a man that with further inspection appears to be at least 22. He adorns small rectangle like spectacles, a green sweater, and brown shiny hair. I smirk noticing the small amount of fear in his eyes when he glimpses at my white mask.

"Yes, I would like to look at all of your-" I stopped myself abruptly to clear my throat. "All of your performers here."
Nodding, the man pulls out a book containing pictures of various people. "You may, and sorry if our selection is a bit...petite....you see this place is mostly a close knit group. Not many people are lucky enough to be hired here." Walking closer, I glance away the book taking note of the males name tag. It read 'Charles'...hmmm an interesting name for someone who works at a place like this...