The first time you met Clint, he was busy punching someone in a back alley, you took one look and fled in fright. You were sure he remembered your face. The second time you saw him it’s in a video tape store, you two stare at each other for a long time before he went to the adult section and disappeared behind the shelf. The third time you danced for him in the club you worked for. He obeserved you on stage for quite a long time, like a predator picking his prey, then he chose you to dance for him privately. Lap dance. But he left you a good tip. Now you knew he is a debt collector working for The Guy, he knew you are a go go dancer working in the club.

“After i finish this one, i am done for good” Marlboro dangling from his lips, Clint winced slightly as you cleaned his bloodied knuckles. You two were sitting in your cramped changing room in the club you working in, you had twenty minutes before you start your shift. “Guess even you can’t keep living by beating people up for money huh” you said sarcastically. “How are you recently, anybody been harassing you? bullying you? If you need money just tell me” After you and Clint become acquainted, more than a customer-dancer relationship to be exact, he’s been protective of you. “I am fine, i can take care of myself, but now everyone thinks i got a personal bodyguard or something” you shrugged, tossing away the swab, “your wounds are clean now, careful next time” “Thanks, don’t know what to do without you” he rubbed his wrists, staring at your face, he didn’t even realize that his cigarette was nearly finished, “say, i am going to leave this shithole after i finished everything, you coming with me?”