Jennison was back stage trying to wipe off the sweat and looking for a bottle of water. He ran a hand through his hair as the other’s bustled around him getting ready for their performances. He got a couple good jobs and Jennison smiled and said thank you to them.

A waitress came up to him with a smile. “Hey so there is a bachelorette party at table six, they requested you go over and show the soon to be a little bit of a good time.” she spoke with a wink. He shook his head with a laugh. It was only going to be a little dance. That was how it went. Jennison still wasn’t sure why taking someone to a club to watch half nakkid people dance was a good idea for someone who was about to get married. Something about a last hoorah. As long as they were having fun that was really all that mattered, he supposed.

“Mkay I’ll be there in a bit.” He let the waitress now and then turned. He needed a new hat or… a bandana. He found a back bandana and quickly tied it around his neck then was on his way out, not before making sure none of the kohl from his eyes had started to bleed down his face. Everything was on point so that meant it was time to hopefully go make a good extra amount of cash.

He strode out onto the floor winking and smiling at some girls as he passed them. As much as some days he didn’t exactly care for the work he did, there was always the perk of feeling like a rock star even when he was feeling down.

Table six. There is was with a group of girls sitting around it. In the center was one with the white sash proclaiming the reason why she was there. He walked up to the table with a tricky grin. “Hey ladies,” He spoke with as much sex appeal as he could muster. His eyes slowly went over all of their faces until he landed on one that was like a ghost coming back to haunt him.

“Um…Kaylee?” He then muttered, the grin dropping. He hadn’t see that girl in ages but they were such good friends back before….everything happened. “Wha….why are you…here?” That was possibly the dumbest question in the history of the world. She was obviously there for her friend who he was supposed to be entertaining right now. Still he couldn’t think of anything to do but freeze and stand there dumbfounded as his past came back like a brick to the face.

Of all the clubs in all of New York it had to be this club on his night. She seemed to be just as shocked to see him as he was seeing her. Honestly Jennison wasn’t surprised. When she knew him he was a preteen and happy. Now he was twenty something and climbing out of a whole that he had dug himself, but there was a monster clutching at his ankle tugging everyday threating to drag him back in.

He tried to pull a smile on his face. Jenn was sure it looked like he was faking it. The table seemed to all look between him and Kaylee. It was just like those weird romantic comidy movies. If only his life was that carefree and assured. She would reconnect with him. They would laugh about memories while passing a bottle of wine back and forth. Suddenly she would get concerned and ask him why he was in a club dancing for money. He would tell her. Then a montage about how she helped him get clean and then a wedding at the end. That was how it was right?

That was not his life, it wasn’t even how he felt about the girl back then. She would never want him now anyway. No not when he actually fessed up. Life was not like movies, people didn’t just accept the fact that you through your life away for drugs. Not only that but didn’t even have the strength or respect to get clean after waking up next to the corps of your dead girlfriend.

Jennison could feel chest tighten as he looked over this girl who left him like everyone else did back then. “Kara,” He repeated looking over the other girls again. It must have been the bride to be. The exact one he was supposed to give a lap dance to. “Right.” He said and shook his head fixing the fake smile and making it a lot more believable.

“Is Kara the lucky lady?” He smirked and winked in the direction of the center girl tryig to rewind and do his job the way he needed to.

He felt bad almost just blowing Kaylee off, but he was at work. As much as he was worried that she was almost disgusted that he was doing what he was doing this was his life at the moment. He walked over to Kara. Her friends seemed to pay no mind when Kaylee got up. Jennison watched her dash off to the bathroom out of the corner of his eye.

It was his job to make these woman happen. He was a fantasy come to life. Some days were good, he liked what he did, the smiled on their faces were worth it. It wasn’t just some raunchy dance. Then there were his bad days where he was just in a bad mood and couldn’t get into it.

The song started and Jennison gave the bride to be her dance. The whole time Kaylee was in the bathroom. Once he was done he said thank you to Kara and wished her a happy marriage. He glanced at the door to the woman’s bathroom and frowned. Was this really that bad of a job to have? Jennison wasn’t just going to let her leave without a proper conversation. Maybe if he gave her some low down of what happened while she was out of his life would make up for it.

That was his last dance thankfully so Jennison gathered his stuff and put on proper cloths. He walked back out onto the floor and looked around hoping that Kaylee hadn’t just left. There she was back at the table, thankfully. So back to the table he went. Jennison gently put a a hand on her shoulder. “Hey…do you want to maybe talk for a little?” He started looking down at her with hopeful eyes. “If your friends don’t mind that is.” He offered the group of girls a little smile as an apology for stealing away their friend.