Post by BISHOP COSTA on Dec 3, 2016 11:27:30 GMT
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Bishop felt like a king surveying his kingdom, standing at the bar with his fingers around a shot of warm rum - a christmas thing that he had been forced into. There were decorations up, though they were very plain. Silvery and white lights with white glitter baubles and tinsel and thing. It was minimal. Bishop didn't want the customers to have their focus on the decorations rather than the dancers. He had vetoed 'sexy santa' outfits as soon as it had been suggested. They had done it the year before and he had no plan on ever repeating it. The amount of trouble the phrase 'come and sit on my lap' got the girls into was enough. So this year they were angels, or faeries or whatever holiday character wore a lot of white. White bikinis, white dresses, white corsets with the additional wings or halo if they felt the need. Waiters and bar staff were all in red to distinguish them from the dancers. The male dancers didn't change much - Bishop had refused 'elves'. They kept their normal attire but they were allowed a 'business man santa' as their holiday addition. So a tight red fitted suit that some paying customer could open up.
He took a final sip pf his drink and handed the glass back to the bar, nodding his thanks before heading up their stairs to his office. He was wearing his usual - black suit with white shirt. He looked like a heavily tattooed James Bond. The bowtie might have looked ridiculous on anyone else, but on him it worked. Taking the stairs two at a time he turned left at the top and walked into his office. Closing the door behind him. With a sigh he moved to the desk, slumping down on the chair and resting his feet up on the glass, careful to not damage any paperwork. Reaching into his top drawer - a bit of a stretch from his position - he pulled out his cigarettes and sat one between his lips, throwing the box back into the drawer and closing it with his foot. Lighting up he inhaled slowly, enjoying the moment of peace before no doubt it was going to be ruined by someone else.
Bishop didn't mind, not really. He liked to be kept busy. Some might have suggested he was a work-a-holic and yeah, maybe he was. But that also meant he could provide a home for his family, he could pay for a babysitter for his child and pay for tutors and the best education until they shipped him off to Ilvermorny. He could pay for gifts, for holidays and provide everything his family would need. He appreciated that his wife also worked a lot - but she had been told several times that if she wanted to quit and work from home, she could and they wouldn't lose out. But she was like him. Maybe that was why they had been so drawn to each other. Well, Bishop had been drawn to her, she had taken a little longer to warm to him. Bishop liked to think that she had secretly liked him from the beginning.
They hadn't planned to stay together, it had been a teenage fling. It was fun but it wasn't serious, and then there was a baby and suddenly everything changed. It was one of those things. They had been safe but somehow that child found a way. Bishop didn't regret it - especially now he had a wife that he would die for and a son he would kill for - but he did wonder what he life might have been like if things had been different.
He took a final sip pf his drink and handed the glass back to the bar, nodding his thanks before heading up their stairs to his office. He was wearing his usual - black suit with white shirt. He looked like a heavily tattooed James Bond. The bowtie might have looked ridiculous on anyone else, but on him it worked. Taking the stairs two at a time he turned left at the top and walked into his office. Closing the door behind him. With a sigh he moved to the desk, slumping down on the chair and resting his feet up on the glass, careful to not damage any paperwork. Reaching into his top drawer - a bit of a stretch from his position - he pulled out his cigarettes and sat one between his lips, throwing the box back into the drawer and closing it with his foot. Lighting up he inhaled slowly, enjoying the moment of peace before no doubt it was going to be ruined by someone else.
Bishop didn't mind, not really. He liked to be kept busy. Some might have suggested he was a work-a-holic and yeah, maybe he was. But that also meant he could provide a home for his family, he could pay for a babysitter for his child and pay for tutors and the best education until they shipped him off to Ilvermorny. He could pay for gifts, for holidays and provide everything his family would need. He appreciated that his wife also worked a lot - but she had been told several times that if she wanted to quit and work from home, she could and they wouldn't lose out. But she was like him. Maybe that was why they had been so drawn to each other. Well, Bishop had been drawn to her, she had taken a little longer to warm to him. Bishop liked to think that she had secretly liked him from the beginning.
They hadn't planned to stay together, it had been a teenage fling. It was fun but it wasn't serious, and then there was a baby and suddenly everything changed. It was one of those things. They had been safe but somehow that child found a way. Bishop didn't regret it - especially now he had a wife that he would die for and a son he would kill for - but he did wonder what he life might have been like if things had been different.
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