Jimmy leaned on his doorframe idly, his head tilt against it with a rather bored expression. His usual clients wouldn’t visit him until a few days from then, so he had little to do to waste time. For a while, he let his mind wander. Let himself imagine he could find some other gig.

Of course, there wasn’t much he could do. He was squeamish with blood and didn’t know how to handle a gun, so... prostitution seemed about his only option. That was fine, really. He could get some nice men now and then.

When a new man stepped into the Casa Madrid, he perked up. He was rather attractive, though Jimmy couldn’t quite decide whether he appeared queer or not. He decided to test the waters with a playful smile.

“Hey, handsome. Looking to relax? Looks like you carry a lot of tension in your shoulders... and upper thighs.”