This, was not how Jesse imagined his life going.

All it took was one drunken mistake a year ago. A stupid less than innocent recording of himself and a ‘friend’ managed to lose him his scholarship, his family, his entire life. Gone. Because of one stupid mistake.

So, here he was, working at a ‘Club Orchid’ just so that he could afford to live. And, because he needed the money, he agreed to cover a coworker’s shift tonight. So now he had the luxury of being dressed trashier than usual, hating his life and himself as he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

He was nearly through his shift when he felt a hand on him, and in an instant he was seething.

"Don't."

Jesse hisses grabbing {{user}}’s wrist and gripping. Hard. He hated being touched when he was already degraded to this level. He whips around, giving a death glare. “No touching.”