this is by far, one of parker's more pleasurable stops. the job doesn't come with many perks. most illegal activity doesn't. paid time off? she wouldn't even know what to do with it. and besides, she'd rather not pass off the monthly pickup from davina to some fucking moron or worse. 

and she's sweet on her, alright? 

the other hostesses get just a little on edge when she walks in. she's an intimidating presence herself and her rap sheet doesn't lend many to giving her friendly smiles. 'sides, it's always stressful when someone comes a-knockin' for money. for any reason. 

davina's different though. spitfire woman who'll put parker in her damn place. keep her waiting (not too long, of course). 

the other girls know not to bother her, so she takes her regular spot and settles in. 

@davina

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most of the establishment's patrons are men, which is by no means surprising. parker kicks back in her chair, watching men make their moves and vie for a little something special amidst all the attention they're getting. it's funny, watching them fall in love with these women, watching them think that these acts are more than that. she can see the fantasies on their faces, on the flush in their cheeks, the bulge in - 

parker makes a face and snubs her nose, gaze wandering about the place in search of davina. she spies the fox over by the bar, crooked smile lilting her lips. she's wearing the tights parker likes. 

when she slides onto the bench, parker raises an arm and rests it behind her. not touching her, 'course, just letting her know it's there. 

"mm, gideon tuck his tail and run again?" she says, reaching with her other for the drink. "or there someone else here you need me to rough up for ya?" 

@davina

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and this is why davina is her favorite. 'cause at the end of the day, even parker can convince herself davina's putting her little act on just for her. she's just that damn convincing. and it's fun, really, the way her own breath hitches, gaze dropping, knowing full well she cannot. touch. 

their flirtations exist only within the confines of the establishment. she gets special treatment 'cause it's part of the job. keep her happy and gideon can keep doing whatever fuck shit he wants to keep doing. the wolves that threaten his business, or the women in it, get a little extra protection and everyone stays happy. 

'cept, of course, when he skims off their cut. 

"mm, you could run this place, y'know," she says and finally takes a sip. it's a little sweet. and davina's being extra sweet on her too. she looks past her, at the envelope. 

fuck. 

parker licks her lips, sets the drink down, and tilts her head. pink hair falls over her eyes and she comes near cheek to cheek, warm breath spilling over davina's ear. "'course i would, dee. no one's allowed to touch my girl. less, o' course, that's what she wants."

she leans back, winks, and takes another sip before setting it down. her palm rests against the table, fingers tapping on the table. she gestures with her chin to the envelope. "how short?"

@davina

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i like how that sounds. do you really, dee, or are you just playing the part? either way, parker doesn't mind. these nights tend to turn into her self care nights, whether with herself or another woman that's looking for a one night stand. always plain, those girls, but most of them are compared to davina. 

parker stiffens, surprised, but smooths it over by taking another sip from her drink. fuck, fuck, fuck. she reaches down, snatches davina's wrist. holds her there. this is business. and fuck if davina's distractions aren't making it hard to concentrate. 

"would he take it out on you or the other girls?" if she beats his sorry ass from this way to the highway. "you know i can't go back to 'em without him payin' full."

@davina

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