Jail Bait

Starring:

Carlton_icon.gif Chanda_icon.gif Moxie_icon.gif

Summary: Ah, jail bait in a strip club. R Kelly would be proud.

Date It Happened: January 16th, 2002

Log Title Jail Bait


Caritatas

Caritatas. It's a place that's been advertising for people to come and work there. What else is going to happen? Nobody knows. Is anybody going to come through and try to apply for the jobs herein? Who knows. But the important thing is that Carlton is making the rounds. He's strolling from the back, fiddling with the collar of his jacket as he does. Maybe he was making out or something. Whatever the case may be, he's now heading towards the bar to get a good enough vantage point to check out everything that's going on in the club right now.

Fresh from the pole, cough, Chanda emerges from the backroom. Following closely behind Carlton. Her clothes for now are modest. As far as clothing goes and what she wears most of the time here. There's a jingle of her bracelets, a swish of her scarf as she refrains from slipping her arm through his. (He's so shy about PDA's, and the other girls get jealous. As far as she thinks anyway.)

Moxie probably doesn't look too much like their regular clientele, being a 15 year old girl and all. But she drifts into this place nonetheless, looking around with a sort of skeptical curiosity. There's nothing shy about it, she just doesn't quite know what to make of the place. But hey, if they're hiring, she can overlook a lot of weird crap. She overlooks it all the time in her day-to-day life, and there ain't nobody paying her for that. After lingering in the doorway for a moment, she shrugs to herself and opts to approach on the bar, figuring that's a good place to start inquiring into this whole gainful employment thing.

"Jailbait Alert." comes from somebody near Carlton and the owner ends up spinning around to spot Moxie coming in the door. He's not sure how she got past the bouncer, but knowing the bouncer, he got all excited and… well, let's just not get into all that craziness. Cuz ew. Moving on, he slips his hands behind his back and starts off in the direction of the girl to intercept her before she gets too close to the alcoholic beverages. "Ahh… let me guess? Fake ID?"

Jailbait? This term does not compute. It's a concept that Chanda is not familiar with. All she knows is that she's on alert. Another female approaching her territory. So she's not content with hanging around the bar. Oh no, she's trailing after Carlton. So that she can investigate and make sure this isn't a poacher!

Moxie is quite happy on her chosen path when suddenly there's some fool intercepting her. She gives him a dirty look from behind that sweep of hair that's always falling over one eye. "Hey man, I'm old enough," she informs him, trying to draw herself up to her full height, aided by those crazy platform boots and all. The woman sweeping in behind the annoying guy gets a look too. Geez, and she didn't even try anything yet! "And the hell business is it of yours anyway?" she goes on, bringing that gaze back to Carlton again.

"Well. I kind of own the place." Carlton says, trying to keep himself from going into Rant Mode. "And this! This is what I'm talkin' about people! Crazy ass little white girls thinkin' they own the world! Just doin' what they please! Sayin' what they want! You KNOW this girl ain't got no black in her family! Cuz if she did, she wouldn't even be standin' right now! Her momma's hand woulda' BEEN came through the door and snatched her little narrow ass up for talkin' to her elders like that! Wooo weeeee!" But that's enough of the Rant that happens, because he's turning around and waving his hands around because he's losing his calmnesss!

Chanda returns the expression Moxie's giving her, along with a little 'uh uh, no you didn't!' "Sssh, there there baby," she says soothingly, raising her hands to try and rub Carlton's shoulders. Looking past the man, her eyes narrow further, "You don't get to talk to him that way!" /She/ does. Here is where she should lecture about apologies and all that, make nice. But again, foreign concept. She doesn't fully understand what being sorry means.

The owner? Oookay, time for a change in tactics. Which Moxie opens her mouth to begin work on when suddenly the guy is going off talking all funny and mentioning her mother for some reason. The teen just stares flatly back at him with a bemused expression. When there finally seems to be a break in the ranting, she leans in and raises a hand like seeking permission to talk at school. "Hi? Yeah? First of all, /totally/ didn't know you were the owner," she offers, not quite apologetically, but she's trying to keep her tone friendly and not let on about what a weirdo he seems to be. Chanda gets a sidelong look as she speaks up, Moxie's eyebrow arching but she bites back comment in case /that/ one turns out to be a potential employer too.

"Well! Now ya' know! And if anybody's seen GI Joe like I've seen GI Joe, then you know that knowin' is half the battle!" Carlton just shakes his head and whirls back around, hardly even paying attention to the woman that seems to be addicted to making sure that he's alright. He's such a bad non-boyfriend, just the way he seems to ignore all of the women that throw themselves at him until he needs them or a beer! "And know what the other half is? Gettin' the hell outta' my club! Ya' little young ass!"

Chanda doesn't understand over half of the things Carlton says, but that's okay. He's funny and looks good to her! She also seems fine with the fact that he's paying little attention her way. She's crazy like that. "What does the age of her ass have to do with anything? Why not ask what she wants?"

"Oh my /God/ calm down," Moxie replies, not even flinching as the man whirls back on her again. "I'd think-" She cuts off there, reminding herself that she's actually here with a purpose and finishing that thought might be counterintuitive. When Chanda speaks up again, once more the kid's eyes cut her way, but this time she nods in agreement. "See? You should listen to her," she goes on, looking back at Carlton again. She crosses her arms and waits to see if he actually will ask her what she wants.

Carlton is really trying here. These are short versions of his rants so there's something to be said about that. He's a little lost in the fluster of everything, but he ends up calming down thanks to Chanda's touch. She's got skills like that a little bit. "Baby just… don't worry about it. Get me a drink, huh?" And this is tossed towards Chanda, even though he's close enough to the bar to order his own. Eyes are moving towards Moxie at this point, "Fine, fine. What do you want? A ride home because you still have some growing up to do? I swear, I'm 'bout to go to more jails than R. Kelly for this…"

Chanda rises up on the tips of her toes to plant a lipstick lined kiss on Carlton's cheek. A look is cast at Moxie before she flounces over the short distance to the bar. She knows what 'her man' likes best, so even muscles the bartender out of the way. /Just/ to make sure the drink is to perfection.

Moxie watches the crazy two interact with a slight lift to her eyebrows. It's only her faint hope of lucrative employ that keeps her gob shut right now. She looks back to Carlton then when he finally decides to ask her what she wants, ignoring all the other stuff he rambles on about afterwards. "I want a job," she replies with a confident nod. "I'm old enough. I don't get freaked out easy. And I don't ask too many questions." She's just going on a gut instinct that this might be the sort of place where those traits are more important than actual work experience, references, or even a resume.

"Oh! You here about the job! Not *that* kinda' job, cuz that's R. Kelly bound. But the other job. Ahahahahaha!" Carlton's way more relaxed by now, since this is no longer something that's going to get him hunted down and destroyed. "Whew, girl you had me scared. I thought I was about to get swarmed by the police or something." Is he ever going to get around to the interview part of this? Maybe. "Okay. So. If you can deliver drinks without dropping 'em… you're hired and you start tonight."

Chanda returns to Carlton in short order with his drink. Properly prepared and at the right temperature. "Here you are baby," she announces, looking rather proud of herself in the process. Not finding anything wrong with Carlton's interviewing process, she says nothing about it. It's all quite normal to her! When she turns to look at Moxie, the reception's a bit warmer. So far, so good, no trespassing has taken place.

Moxie's eyebrow arches even higher as the man suddenly turns on a dime, but as she gets given the job, more or less, a stunned grin actually appears on her face. "Really? Cool." Nope, she's not going to correct him on that interview technique either. "And for the record, I hate cops." She gives Chanda yet another glance as the woman returns with Carlton's drink, in somewhat better spirits herself. "So, like, what do I gotta do?" she asks, directing the question mostly at Carlton, though it's open enough for either.

Carlton takes the drink and sips at it, not really saying Thank You or anything like that. As he finishes his sip, he nods along with his tastebuds, because that's something very delicious. "Oh! Well, this is Chanda. She's a stripper. And she's gonna' take you backstage so you can get dressed. Then? All you do is take drink orders, get the drink orders from the bar and take it back." Carlton shrugs a bit. "Cake, right?"

"Look pretty and serve drinks," Chanda says, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world for Moxie to be doing. "/Dancer/," she corrects with a wide smile. Bah. Stripper. That's the other girls in the back. Not her! "We can find you something nice to wear. That should not be a problem!"

Moxie considers this, glancing around the club, at the stage, the bar, the patrons, and then back to Chanda whose fashion advice she will apparently be taking. And then she gives a little shrug, seeming down and unbothered by all that. "Sure. I can do that. And there's, like, tips and stuff, right?" She might be young, but she's not dumb when it comes to this sort of thing.

"If they're drunk enough." quips Carlton before he's already walking away with his delicious drink in hand. He's too busy sipping at this to really be worried about what questions are being asked at his back. He's shaking hands with some of the regulars and looking up at the stage to see who the next dancer is of this set.

Chanda puts her hands on her hips as she watches Carlton walk off. "He's always like this. Well. Come on. Let's get you dressed for success. We'll have to emphasize your breasts more. You'll get more tips that way." She then leads Moxie off by the arm as if they were BFF.

"Riiiight," Moxie replies, watching her new boss just wander away mid-conversation. Oh well, so long as he still remembers to pay her. She looks back to Chanda now with another arch of her eyebrow, clearly some unspoken thoughts remaining unspoken for now - it won't last though. "Um, yeah, okay," she agrees to emphasizing her bust. "Whatever works." She'll work the jailbait angle if it brings in tips, and quite easily allows Chanda to lead her away.

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