Thoughts That Dance

Thoughts That Dance

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Virgil Suede was in need of a job, and they were hiring. Never, in a million years, did he think he would find himself working at a strip club, but before he knows it, he's hired, and thrust into training before he can blink. His coworkers all want to make friends - most of them, anyways - and Virgil has to figure out how to navigate both that, and the vengeance streak of a very bratty, very jealous coworker, Roman Prince. ________ WANT A GOOD PAYING JOB? NON-JUDGEMENTAL, TRANS-FRIENDLY ENVIRONMENT WELCOME TO THE MIND PALACE Virgil flipped his freshly-dyed bangs out of his face - they weren't perfect, but he couldn't be too mad about it. Purple was his favorite color, after all. Looking over the ad for a few moments, Virgil considered his options. He had no idea what kind of place The Mind Palace was - for all he knew, this could be some kind of sex trafficking thing - but he could run fast enough away if it came to that, and it wasn't like he had many other options. He only had a week to find a job, and here was one practically being handed to him on a silver platter.
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Virgil has always tried his hardest to stay out of the the way of the others in the mind scape, to not cause any problems. He was a very nonconfrontational person, after all. But sometimes, confrontation seemed to hunt him down. ' "And lastly, it really comes down to who's more experienced." I smirk a bit at him and bite my lip, smug as he stares back at me. Roman seems to lean in a fraction of an inch, still not breaking eye contact. Then his eyes flicker over my the rest of my face breifly, and my breath catches in the back of my throat. ' ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ This story is of everyday life in the mind, and draws inspiration from a lot of books, including, but not limited to, "THE QUIET", "Stitched", and "far too damaged", along with references to other books I have read in my previous fandoms. This was kinda odd for me, writing in Virgil's point of view, mostly because I like to stray very, VERY far from the whole, "dayum they're hawt... Woit wat?" Kinda stuff. But Virgil is kinda, y'know, anxiety... Either way, I still tried to keep it on a restraining order, minimum distance of 40 ft. ;P. However, there definitely was some internal conflict going on. Cover art credit goes to ZakeiZawa on Deviant Art!!!! Check them out, they're awesome!

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