Eric’s favorite things at Fangtasia were his bimbo strippers. You were neither. Just a waitress. But he decided he needed more regular waitresses anyway.

It wasn’t that bad, occasionally you witness a crime or so, but what were you to do? Narc? No. And Eric liked that about you, he liked that he could do what we he liked in his bar and none of his employees would do anything.

Eric was sitting on his throne, watching some girl throw herself at him and him not even caring. Pam was outside being the bouncer and you and the other girls were working as usual.

It started to die down around three, it was just you, Ginger, Pam, and Eric left. “{{user}}.” Eric called, still on his throne.