if i walk down this hallway tonight it's too quiet 003

[empallin]

Mikey and i started coming up with names for some of the regulars. we could have asked their names but sometimes there just was not time to get to know them well enough to remember. the girl we refeed to as windowpanes was one of these. she got that name because of mikes attraction to the stockings she always wore. other times it was not worth the time to learn their names. smelly hippy guy was one of these. the name pretty much explains it. eventually we would learn some of their names but for the most part the names stuck.

usually it was the girls that we actualy bothered to remembered the real names of. it was hard to be infatuated with the coolie, the blonde hottie, or any one of the trio. so we had to find out their names by hook or by crook. some of the guys were just cool enough and came in often enough to remember. most of the gys didn't dance so they would occasionaly come past the registar on their way back in or out or they would just come over to talk. a lot of times we would be pushing people through the door while holding on conversations at the same time. it was a little awkward but you got used to it. it also came in handy when you were looking for somebody.

even though i was good at this i had to fake the inability to one night shortly afted mikey started. in the middle of bar rush Neila and her mom show up. i was nice to them to the point that i didn't change them to get in. but to mike and everyone else it was painfully obvious that i really did not want her to be there. it was not that i did not want to see her, i would see her when i got home after we closed that morning. though i would move out shortly after this for other reasons. it was not because she was in the way of any action i might be thinking about getting. everyone knew i was in a relationship and wold be going hoe to her. it was because i was annoyed to no end. they came in without any warning, which put me on the defense for no real reason. they had been drinking at one of the other clubs on the strip for most of the night, instead of coming in while it was slow. or at least slower. then to top it off, she wanted to get all touchy-feelie while i am trying to work a regiter. in the middle of bar rush. it has been proposed that she was doing it as a territorial thing but she could have picked a better situation. this was Mikey's introduction to my girlfriend. after i introduced him all he saw was me giving the cold shoulder to a redhead with large breats. luckily several of the regulars saw my annoyance and came over. i introduced them waiting for one of them to draw her away in conversation, so i could do my job. i was happy when i was saved.

the club wasn't that big but people still felt the need to try to get away with shit. the regulars helped us keep an eye on this. they would tell us when a couple just locked themselves in the bathroom, when someone had been drinking or had alcohol on this, when someone was or was trying to deal. we caught a lot of it at the door but not all of it. sometimes a fight would break out and one of the people would disappear into the crowd before he could be caught. it was always a he. and club policy had always been for kicking out those envolved for the night, if not permanently. this rule was a little more relaxed with people that came in every night the club was open. if you started yelling we just kept an eye on you, but the minute a hand touched another person you were gone.

it was secuities job to deal with stuff like this but they were not always around. when they were not around and a fight broke out we wouuld hold everyone at the door. one person would go to break up the fight, one would go outside to yell for security, and the othe would do crowd control at the door until we were all back in position. one of the funniest ones came early in my time there. my sister had been working the register and all of a sudden she says "shit, fight!" then looks at me and tells me to watch the register. i had not worked it so watching it was all i could do. I look up in the direction she had headed and see her holding this cheap plastic flash light up in the air as she reaches down and pulls this guy up of the ground. because of the crowds that gathereed around, the next thing i see is her coming towards the door holding one of the in front of her. the were followed by one of the rgulars doing the same with the other asshole. just in time for secuity to be walking through the door.

a lot of times security would come in as part of their rounds and we would tell them about anything that needed to be taken care of that was either not that important or that we just didn't feel like dealing with. during the pat downs i had seen a lot of things pulled off people but most of it was during bag checks. once watching Benny do them he had pulled a pipe out of someones front pocket. when he grabbed it i thought he had just grabbed the guys dick. When i saw what it was and how small it was, i had to laugh. i knew that if it had been me doing that one they would have been able to walk right in with it. Benny had said he was going to give that and the bag he had taken off of them to security. then later he decided he was going to give himself a bonus. I do not smoke pot but i felt that he night as well just for being able to find it.

while i got stuck doing the pat downs during bar rush one night i hit something nowhere near as fun. i had patted this one guy down and it was a basic and quick one. after i was done i let him pass. as soon as he was through i told everyone else to be on the look out for security because i need to have some one pulled. i didn't know what it was but i wasn't going to find out the hard way. a little bit later one of them comes walking in. start to give a desciption as i am looking through the crown. i point him out and the security guard goes over to him. they talk for a while and then come back over to the door. after they get over there the guy lifts up his jeans and pulls a five inch throwing knife out from beside the seam of his cowboy boot. as he sets it down on the counter he is telling me how good i am because of all the clubs he had gotten searched at, i was the only one to have ever found it or called him on it. i tell him that basically i think he is an asshole because i thought it was a gun. he says that is fair and would like to know if he will be getting it back. i tell him to ask me when he leaves, but i really doubt it. i should have kept it just for finding it.