Chapter 1
“Red, they want yah to finish your last 30 at the bar”
Red was her name at the club. Every worker had a fake name which can be anything the manager thinks off. Usually assigned by the first thing that appears in their head. Though these names existed as the manager doesn’t want people to form attachment with the actual worker but the persona they were assigned once they got the job.
Snow belong to the girl who grabbed her tray. She was pale women with bleached dyed hair that may have seen better days. Not like she was any different from many others who worked in the club. Everyone had a reason for working in this slum of a place and Red’s was for money.
Freshly out of college and with low success rate of getting a job in her field, she quickly applied for anything that can keep her alive.
“Alright. Just watch out for those at table 3 and 12, they’re racking up a large bill. Don’t want them to run off”
Mixing drinks wasn’t bad when everyone was drunk off their ass. All those hands held out in front of you once wanted alcohol in order to drown out their misery. Your own hands contained what would fill their void, supplying everyone with what they desire and collecting what you wanted.
Money
Red desired money as much as these strangers desired something from this place. Some wanted to drink away their pain. Some wanted to find a random hookup to fuel their loneliness. Some wanted to forget their responsibilities and lose themselves in the music. Some wanted to experience another world, filled with drugs.
Yet they all wanted something.
“Orca needs another pair of hands on the left Red!” Spiders yelled over the music and voices as they tilled their head towards the area you’re needed.
Red desired money.
Spider desired drugs.
Snow desired family.
Orca desired love.
“Orca, focus on taking the faster orders!” The music sings over your voice as Orca nods to signal their understanding.
Drinks and money were exchanged at the bar just as drugs and lust were exchanged everywhere in the club.
Everyone strangers until the sun rises once again.
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“Your check, Red”
Red grabbed her money and tucked it inside her shirt. Carrying a bag simply is calling unwanted attention and she wishes to get home quickly. A mere nod and goodbye as she walked out of the club.
The name Red stayed behind in the club. Red was her persona that belonged only inside that building.
On the streets she is another citizen. Another stranger without a name.
She had traveled the same road every night at 2 am and arrived at her apartment within minutes. Hookups happening in back alley or people just trying to get their daily drugs. Just normal activities to see on the streets.
Just another normal night with gunshots heard in the distance.
Another normal night were the news would cover the violence that happen in the city after sunset
Another normal night where the victims face would appear for a few seconds on the screen.
Another normal night where people will soon move on as the cycle begins again.
“Killed at 2:03 am at the age of 26 near Bay Night Club. 3 bullets killed the young woman as she tried to only get back home after work. May they rest in peace”
Just another nameless victim lost within the cycle that the world dances to.