I truly believe karma is real, too. At our club, when there’s a lot of money on stage, the bouncer will collect it and leave it in a neat stack by the stage steps. Once, a guy made it rain on another girl while we were both on stage. Club rule is that unless they specify who it’s for, we keep whatever money landed on our side of the stage.
She forgot to collect after getting off the stage, so half an hour later, the bouncer came to me with the money and asked if it was mine. I had made ten dollars all night and it was twenty minutes til closing. It was at least a hundred dollars. Even though according to the rules, part of it was mine, I knew the guy had thrown it specifically for her. But I also knew he had spent so much money on her that she’d be fine without that healthy stack of cash that she’d long forgotten about. It was SO tempting to say, “Oh yeah, that’s mine, thanks!” But I told him who it belonged to. I told him that the guy threw it all for her so it was all rightfully hers.
He asked me if I was sure I didn’t want to split it or take all of it because she had clearly forgotten all about it, and I told him, “It’s all hers, so ask her. If she wants to split it, fine. If she doesn’t, it’s fine, but I’m not going to just take it because that’s not right.” He commended me for that and I told him, “It’s just the right thing to do. And it’s good karma.” I mean, I’m not gonna lie, I did wish I’d said “Yeah, let’s split it!” or just taken it, but I’m not gonna take someone else’s money.
Ten minutes later, I was getting ready to go upstairs and get dressed because there were no other prospects and we were closing in fifteen minutes, and I was stopped by a guy. He had been TRASHED the night before but I had been the only one to approach him and make him feel welcome and he remembered that, he told me. He asked for a dance, and then afterwards, he ended up getting a VIP and tipping me $100.
Kylo lets it go at first, a reminder of Hux’s last visit still fresh in his mind as he sits on his throne and fills his waking days by listening to one unending tale after another; creatures from all reaches of the galaxy now stripped of their corporeal bodies, until only the flame of their essence float before him, putting forth every deed done in their miserable lives.
But as the hours turn monotonous, as he finds himself once more caught up in an endless cycle of death, and judgement, only to crawl into his bed with mind-numbing exhaustion for yet another sleepless eternity, Kylo Ren’s thoughts wander back to the mouse— the girl.
Author’s note: New chapter!! too lazy to find a gif, so you guys get the moodboard ;p Whatever is Kylo up to now. A huge thanks to my bb @darth-ej as always for betaing for me.
It was a cold and windy night, a demonic presence vibrated through the air. Kevin sat on his couch watching sitcom reruns when suddenly the power went out. He checked the circuit breakers but, alas, nothing. Fumbling in the dark, he found his way to the kitchen and retrieved a flashlight from underneath the sink. Something knocked on the door. When he cautiously opened it, however, there was nothing there. “Maybe a branch or something” he thought. He locked the door. He locked the back door, too. “At least I still have leftover chicken strips,” he muttered to himself. The wind kicked up a fierce gust and shook the windows. He shivered and looked over his shoulder as he quickly walked back to the kitchen. Slowly, he opened the dark, lifeless refrigerator, and let out a blood curdling scream!
Right where his chicken strips once were, a note:
“Hey buddy, ate your strips, will bring home dinner when I’m off of work. -your roommate.”
The best part of this WIP has been staying so deeply immersed in music. Research last week consisted of bumming around Hollywood, collecting record-store veterans’ tales from the trenches, and soaking up some history on the Sunset Strip.