221 Protagonist vs. nightclub bouncer - place your bets (1/2)
Unfazed, the bouncer ate the eye contact like it was a 5-piece nuggets…
He even returned his own mental barrage. 'I'm bigger than you mein…'
Yet, Ben's ego wouldn't go down without a fight, so he glanced at the big man's gunt... 'My body fat's much lower than you, bruh…'
At this, the bouncer puffed his chest out. 'I get paid…to be big…'
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That was the end of it… Money talks, bullsh*t walks…and Ben didn't have any goddamn money… What he did have though, was a plan, in which this inner showdown with the bouncer was not a vital step, at all!
The bouncer had his own plan, however. As he glared at Ben, he reinforced those tactics in his mind, by refining them into one basic rule—to do his job with minimum brain cell expenditure… ”Keep it movin' man, private party.”
Except Ben had already prepared for this. ”It's cool bro, I'm not here for that. I just wanted to ask you something.”
The big man narrowed his eyes in suspicion. ”What is it?” He'd seen too many stupid drunks in clubs talk nonsense to try to get into VIP.
Ben was different from that riffraff though, because he wasn't drunk….
That led to him doing something the bouncer didn't expect. Ben's eyes lit up, like he was meeting his lifelong hero…
Giving the big guy an intense gaze, Ben opened his mouth with a hopeful and reverent tone. ”How do I become as great as you man?”
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The bouncer blinked. ”What?”
Ben's innocent expression displayed his sincerity. ”You seem like you have the greatest job. Surrounded by beauties, commanding respect in the entire venue of hundreds of squared feet, and even more cubed…
What I'm asking is, how can I become a bouncer? You guys hiring? How many years do I have to train? Do I need a degree?”
The large man studied Ben, trying to figure out if he was serious. After all, Ben was one of the shortest guys here!
Despite his small size though, Ben was adamant. because he'd seen Rudy… ”How are the perks? You guys in a union? You got a dental plan? Or free dental dams?”
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The bouncer went wide-eyed. No one ever asked him that before. 'Dental plan? What's that?'
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His health knowledge was limited to brushing them in the morning and Flintstones chewables…
A few seconds later though, he shook his head and cleared the RAM…returning to his basic programming. ”Look, it's not gonna happen little man.”
Being rejected like that from his hero...Ben's face fell like he found out his dog died…
Shaking his head in disappointment, he could only accept the cruel reality. ”I guess it's not in my cards to become a nightlife legend...”
At the same time, something flew out of his hand...arching into the elevated VIP area. This, was Ben's target from the very beginning. He wasn't interested in the mental showdown with the bouncer, or working at Latrine. The bouncer was not actually his hero...
What was Ben's true target? It was behind that rope--the goal...every hole...
As for the item he threw, it was of course, a drop from the system, a little something special he'd been saving for the right occasion like a 70 year old bottle of wine.
[Fart Bomb Pheromones(Consumable, Fine) x1 - A bomb that delivers an olfactory attack. Launch to make a fixed 30x30 foot area carry a horrific scent to any woman that enters. Lasts 6 hours]