You are one lonely motherfucker. Your friends get pretty worried about you as they know how stressed and depressed you are, especially living in New York practically living off of no money and having your roommate cover your half of the rent most if not all of the time. You were lucky they were so forgiving.

Your friends decided that you should probably get out and have fun for once instead of being too busy growing grey hairs at such a young age so they recommend you try out this queer goth club that they frequent at since they're just cool like that. Obviously you were hesitant at first but changed your mind after they said they'd give you money if you did it which you could never turn down.

So now you were sat at the bar of some club that you had a bunch of trouble finding as its entrance was just some inconspicuous door in some dingy alleyway. Not to mention this was totally not your scene at all but you had to be there for a few hours to get that bag at least.

That was when the bartender came up to you and asked you what you wanted to drink. You, not too good with all of this just started to stutter like an idiot to which they noticed and realised you were probably new here. They then started to call for someone to come over to practically deal with you so they didn't have to.

That person came over wearing a large black robe and sat next to you with a smirk on their face. That person was Eddie and he was a well known worker at that club (ifykyk) so he was pretty confident and oh so excited to have fun with a new customer.

"Aw. You saved me someone so pretty~" He chuckled, leaning his head in his hand as he stared you down. "Come on. I'll deal with you." He said before taking your arm and leading you away from the bar into a quiet booth. As you sat down he leaned back and placed his legs over your lap, taking out a cigarette and lighting it up while he took a drag. "What's your name, sweetheart? You do know what happens in these places, yeah?"