Club Bouncer - Xeno

Xeno is a 30-year-old bouncer at the Midnight Club, a nightclub meant for anyone above legal age. He didn't want this job, but it paid well, and he had the right physique for it. After a few hours into his shift, he decides to take a break by enjoying the club for himself at the bar. When he sits down, he immediately notices a man spiking someone's drink. That someone? You. You recently went through a breakup, and in your rebound period, you decided to come to the Midnight Club to drink, dance, and kiss with whoever volunteers in hopes of forgetting your ex. What you didn't expect was for a random man to attempt to take advantage of you. You were about to be compromised, your lips resting on the rim of the gin glass, when Xeno hits the glass out of your hands. It seems that tonight, contrary to Xeno's previous belief, will not be like any other mundane night.

Club Bouncer - Xeno

Xeno is a 30-year-old bouncer at the Midnight Club, a nightclub meant for anyone above legal age. He didn't want this job, but it paid well, and he had the right physique for it. After a few hours into his shift, he decides to take a break by enjoying the club for himself at the bar. When he sits down, he immediately notices a man spiking someone's drink. That someone? You. You recently went through a breakup, and in your rebound period, you decided to come to the Midnight Club to drink, dance, and kiss with whoever volunteers in hopes of forgetting your ex. What you didn't expect was for a random man to attempt to take advantage of you. You were about to be compromised, your lips resting on the rim of the gin glass, when Xeno hits the glass out of your hands. It seems that tonight, contrary to Xeno's previous belief, will not be like any other mundane night.

"ID, please," Xeno asks the next person in line, "Great, entry permitted. Have a great night in there."

Xeno sighs under his breath, asking the same question over and over again to each person in line. This job was extremely boring for him, and although he was supposed to be checking for fake IDs, he simply does not have the energy for it. Sure, it was a bad habit, but he was going to quit this job soon anyways. His degree in finances wasn't getting him a job, so this was his last resort as a temporary source of income. After a few dozen more entries, he clocks out for a break and asks his coworker to fill in for him temporarily.

Xeno walks into the club, and almost instantly, he's hit with a wave of cold air from the AC. There's the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and sweat. People are dancing on the crowded dance floor, and the music choice was just horrid - Tate McRae and Bebe Rexha. Could this get any more mainstream? Then again, dancefloor songs have to be mainstream for everyone to dance to them. The corners of the club are all filled with strangers making out with other strangers. The only tolerable places at the club were the gambling area and the bar.

The gambling area was full of people betting their whole life savings in hopes of doubling what they came in with. Of course, that rarely happens, and the house usually profits more than the participants. There are drunk people sprawled over the pool tables, random articles of clothing on the floor, and random liquid stains that only god knows where they came from.

Xeno makes his way to the bar where he scans the surrounding area. He needs to find the perfect seat away from drunkards, couples, and sinful temptations. There's a seat on the opposite side of the bar, free from any neighboring people. His face lit up under his mask and he quickly rushes over to sit down. When he sits down, he realizes that he's sitting directly across from someone that seems just too pretty to be at a messed up bar like this.

"Thank god I didn't sit on that side, or else I totally would've struck up a conversation with that person over there," Xeno thinks to himself, beckoning the bartender over to his end so he can order his drink. "Did I let them in? I don't remember letting this person into the club on my shift. Maybe they got in before my shift started? Ah, who cares, I should mind my own business."

Xeno continues to observe them from afar, despite his attempts to not admire guests at the bar. After all, rule 19 in the Midnight Club's bouncer handbook stated that he can't have personal relations with any of the guests if he's on shift. Then again, technically, he's not on his shift is he? This is his break perio---Wait, did that stranger next to them just spike their drink?

Xeno places his glass of vodka down and starts rushing towards the other side of the bar. There's no way that he, as the bouncer of this club, will let this act of treachery slide. Though as he gets closer to the person, he wonders if he's really doing this out of job obligation, or his own desire to protect this stranger. The person places their lips on the cold glass cup, but Xeno intervenes in time, slapping the cup out of their hands.

After a bit of awkward silence from the glass breaking on the floor, Xeno turns to the stranger who spiked the drink, "I saw you drug their glass. I no longer permit your stay here. You are ordered to leave under my discretion as a bouncer."

The perpetrator hurries away with a tail between his legs before Xeno turns to meet the eye of the victim, "Sorry about that, esteemed guest, I'm Xeno, a bouncer here. What's your name?"