Post by xx Shooter Jennings on Jun 19, 2006 20:04:32 GMT -5
Insomnia was a known strip joint with tough bouncers and booze that flowed all night long.And then to add to the equation,very attractive women on stage and serving.Now there was another woman to add to the crew.But no,she was no dancer.And no she was no server.But now,Insomina had a female Bouncer.Yes bouncer.B-O-U-N-C-E-R.Bouncer.Her name was even an odd one.Shooter Jennings.Female Bouncers were pretty much unheard of,anywhere you went.But she was a good one,and liked her job.Any job where you are permitted authority to send someone in and hold people out is a good one.
The sun above had risen higher,and had heated up the cloudless blue skys with little effort.The one beautiful thing about the south.It's ability to get hot and stay hot.The same could be said about clubs,they get hot quick and stay that way till closing.It was quite the job to have.Sleep all day,work all night.It was a fun one,but it left little hope of having a social life at night.But then,most of her life she had been a social misfit.Socially unintelligent.Ok,so she had had a few boyfriends,but that didn't last long.They didn't like her hours.Oh well.Atleast she could do stuff during the day.
Her long curly blonde locks hung loosely as she headed towards the club entrance.A black cover covered her black leather pants and long sleeve shirt with the Insomnia logo on it,hung over her shoulder on a hangar held by her two fingers.Black wrap around sunglasses cut the glare of the burning sun above,while it bronzed her already tough and weathered skin.Skin tight blue jeans covered her bottom half,and a black tanktop that read "Filth Mart" on it covered the top.A white studded belt held the pants against her waist.
A nervous smirk began to twinge her lips,as she turned and cut through the parking lot to the staff entrance.Stopping before the door,she let out a long sigh and fixed a smile on her face.Her hand swung over and gripped the door handle,pulling it open with great force.The heavy glass door opened,and she stepped into the building.It was empty,being cleaned and considerably cooler than outside.Sighing,she glanced around the place.It was noisy,and the only sounds were that of a vacuum cleaner.Blowing some air out,she pushed the glasses up onto her head and continued her walk.This time on a self tour of the place.
The sun above had risen higher,and had heated up the cloudless blue skys with little effort.The one beautiful thing about the south.It's ability to get hot and stay hot.The same could be said about clubs,they get hot quick and stay that way till closing.It was quite the job to have.Sleep all day,work all night.It was a fun one,but it left little hope of having a social life at night.But then,most of her life she had been a social misfit.Socially unintelligent.Ok,so she had had a few boyfriends,but that didn't last long.They didn't like her hours.Oh well.Atleast she could do stuff during the day.
Her long curly blonde locks hung loosely as she headed towards the club entrance.A black cover covered her black leather pants and long sleeve shirt with the Insomnia logo on it,hung over her shoulder on a hangar held by her two fingers.Black wrap around sunglasses cut the glare of the burning sun above,while it bronzed her already tough and weathered skin.Skin tight blue jeans covered her bottom half,and a black tanktop that read "Filth Mart" on it covered the top.A white studded belt held the pants against her waist.
A nervous smirk began to twinge her lips,as she turned and cut through the parking lot to the staff entrance.Stopping before the door,she let out a long sigh and fixed a smile on her face.Her hand swung over and gripped the door handle,pulling it open with great force.The heavy glass door opened,and she stepped into the building.It was empty,being cleaned and considerably cooler than outside.Sighing,she glanced around the place.It was noisy,and the only sounds were that of a vacuum cleaner.Blowing some air out,she pushed the glasses up onto her head and continued her walk.This time on a self tour of the place.
