Crookie
night of the living punk
He's the devil dressed as a man.
"Pick of the day?" Danger let out a hearted, yet sarcastic chuckle. "You didn't require much picking out from the crowd, might I say so myself."
Sassy, he thought in the back of his mind, lifting his hand up to take another inhale of his cigarette. Two can obviously play at that game.
He's had other women play hard-to-get, or reject him completely the entire time he's worked at Club Lust. More rather of a shame for them, he would always tell himself. Who wouldn't want someone like him?
He let the smoke curl slowly out of the corner of his smirking mouth.
"Some poor unfortunate souls claim that I'm just a danger to be around."