#ccsemberclub

"Your protectee is a satyr; do you have experience with the kith?"

A blush hits her spirals "I assume you mean in a guarding capacity?"

"If you like."

"Right. I've not yet guarded a satyr, sir, but I have an Eshu and they are always on the move. It was a real challenge given that and their reckless nature. I can adapt."

He nods. "It should not surprise you that satyrs will, on occasion, wish company for a time. How would you manage with such company that has not been vetted?"

"Run a background check on him ASAP, make sure he's got no weapons, and I guess I'm outside her door waiting for the ole shave and a hair cut approval knock" SHe says "Frankly I imagine there maybe some guys turned off at being checked out background wise, but if they whine I'll start popping the medical gloves on and tell them to get ready to cough. "

Two bits?

"A direct solution." he nods "Do you have any questions for me?"

"How much leeway am I going to have in protecting the lady, sir? "

"Give me an example."

"Well, regarding the would be hook up. How direct can I be in telling the lady that a fuck she doesn't even have graded yet isn't exactly smart when your safety is in danger. I mean, will I be allowed to throw a vibrator at her, tell her to name it Titanium Todd, and enjoy in safety but I had a bad feeling about this guy? I would of course first make sure Todd wasn't carrying poison, an explosion, or a lethal electrical discharge"

"An excellent precaution." he observes "However, the lady's wishes are to be respected -as long as- she has a full command of the facts and the situation."

"Yes sir. That's what i wanted to know" She nods

"Thank you, then. I will be in touch." He stands and offers his hand.

She shakes it, firm, then when it's done she walks off

CC /the server waits for her to go

He raises a brow at the server,waiting for feed back.

"Firrst one to ask about your server in the room checking out. " She coughs "And i nearly busted a gut at 'titanium todd'"

He chuckles. "If only she knew."

"She's qualified, but she's also going to be a pain in the ass to argue with. Nockers always are"

"I like her better and better." he says, amused.

"Fff.. you're going to point out her tech skills give her an angle we weren't considering before, aren't you? you'ere going to be " she makes air quotes "'practical''"

"-And-..." he emphasizes ".... her skills could help us learn more of our mystery Evil Belgian Gentleman."

"Maybe we should see if she suggests a hacker friend for that category. Fine... put her on the list. If she pisses me off too much I'll seduce her and she'll blush for weeks" a warning

"Mm. Either way, I win." he smiles and makes a note on his papers.

"Oh you're cheeky recently" She ponders pouring his next cold drink in his lap

He hums a jaunty tune, note, note note.

Sadly, another applicant is coming in

"Off you go then.... fresh waters, please." he looks up at her, and smiles.

Narrowed eyes, "You can enjoy this, just don't enjoy it too openly" and hip sway stride out

to refersh the water

She catches his wistful sigh, which follows her as she goes.

A smile DOES escape at that

And she returns just as the next applicant does. The guy has a wife beater t shirt, a tattoo along his arm that says 'Now with Kung Fu Grip', tattered pants and a backwards hat

Stodgepole stands and offers his hand.

The man takes it and shakes "Nice to meet you , sir." His manners seem in conflict with what he projects by looks

"Will you be seated? And, something to eat and drink is on the way. How did you hear about the position?"

"Ryker , Iowa guy? He told me to talk to Rocco. Rocco gave me the once over, told me to talk to you sir. " His eyes lock on 'the server' as she comes in. He appreciates, but EBG can see that he's not just checking her curves out for fun. He's looking at places a knife could be hidden even on that outfit

Stodgepole nods. "I've reviewed your resume. Tell me a bit about yourself. Thank you." That last to the server.

"Well, I'm Fillmore Wheeler, with a name like that you better be funny or you better be tough, and I'm only so funny. Grew up on the streets, ended up running with a bad crowd. Tried to straighten myself out after the rest of my gang got gunned down by even meaner sons of bitches than we were. I was still a teen so I lucked out l3egal wise. But instead of going straight I ended up with a light bend you know? Bouncer at a bar, a dive raelly, then the owner of that dive hired me to watch after his daughter... turns out I'm good at it. Went semi professional. I take martial arts courses, already know how to shoot, and I got a pretty good bullshit detector, you know?"

"Do you?"

" I know the nice lady who got me drinks is checking me out, but not in the way a guy hopes exactly. Less 'yummy yummy'

... more 'threat ratio'?"

"We -are- hiring more than one for security. You are able to protect this business, a private residence, and body guard duties?"

"Oh I figured you'd be getting more than one. You need more than one set of eyes on a club this big. Though I understand you already got bouncers like Ryker so priority would be on the residence and body guard? Okay if it's not. I could use the green"

"We pay competitively." the shorter man agrees "What questions do you have for me?"

William kenns the man; straight mortal?

There is..something there. Could be latent fae blood

"How much do I need to change my looks? I'm comfy street level type you know? But I get it, got to dress to match the job so... do I get provided a suit if a suit is required?"

"Yes, if required. That said, we don't stifle creativity here."