Thread: Putting Pieces Together (Attn: Karl/Any 6/8)

Karl walks into the Klub about 10 minutes later. He is dressed as he usually is, blue jeans with old grease stains and a white T-shirt. Karl admires the girl on the stage for a moment and winks to a girl that he left with a couple of weeks ago. He slides up next to Corin and takes a moment to check her out.

Turning to the bartender he smiles and orders two drinks. "Also, she'd like an application...she was just too nervous to ask."

When a server comes over with the two drinks and the application Corin takes it and smiles. She looks at Karl and narrows her eyes at him.

"You are shameful."

Karl chuckles and leans back in his seat with a cocky grin.

"What? Think about it. Its the perfect job for someone of our nature. Allows the intimate setting needed for certain things, without an attachment from feelings. The hours are great...."

Karl looks around at all the dancing employees.

"Besides, you'd make more money than anyone that works here already. Its not my fault I have an eye for talent."

Karl flags down a server and asks to borrow her pen. Which he passes over to Corin with a grin.

Corin takes the pen and smiles at the server then looks at Karl.

"Yeah, and you're going to have all these women here pissed off at me. Besides I already have a job..."

"Something tells me these women are the least of your worries, besides if worse comes to worst..."

Karl scratches his head like James Dean.

"We could always set up some underground "Foxy Boxing" and let them try to take out their aggressions. There is no limit to the amount of money you could be making just by filling out that little application."

She puts her hand on Karl's hand, leans in and looks him in the eyes.

"That's flattering, really...but I already have a job I get paid for, and a second that...well I just got tonight actually."

She smiles, leans in and kisses him on the cheek.

"But thanks for your concern. Besides I don't think your brothers or sisters would like someone from big brother working in their area."

"Two jobs huh? Well I guess if that's what works for you I can't change your mind."

He shrugs and whips out his switchblade comb, running it through his hair.

"So what is it that you do?"

Karl starts looking around for a meal.

"I now own and operate Eternal Echos. Plus I'm now helping big brother out."

She watches him to gauge his reaction.