I hitched up my motorcycle to go to my night job at the club.
I drove down to the building, pushed my bike into an alley, and went in.
The whole place was filled with people dancing, flashing lights, and the bmp,bmp,bmp of the giant speakers set up all around the place.
I went up to the front counter, where the bouncers were.
I flashed my job acceptance letter, and went to the back room.
“Hello?” The manager said.
“Hi, Mr. Nicoles, I applied for a job here, and-”
“Ah! Tom! Nice to see you! Right on time, too.”
“Ok, what do I have to do?”
“Just keep the tables clean, and make sure the vending machines and the condom dispenser is working, and cleaning up after closing. As long as you get that done, in between jobs, you can do whatever you want.”
“Awesome.”
“It’s an all night job, Tom. Can you handle that?”
“Sure.”
“Just for tonight, I’ll give you $500.”
“Woah,” I said. “Who’ll I be working with?”
“You.”
“Oh.”
“For $500.”
“Ok.”
It’s going to be a long night!