Out Tonight

Jay pull softly on the mesh shirt he wore as he waited in the office of the men at owned the brothel he was hoping would hire him. His former boss Grel had been killed in a shoot out meaning Jay was out of his only job and way to make money. Jay swallowed softly as they door opened and two men stepped in.

Sheamus frowned, not really in the mood for interviewing anyone at the moment, but he knew it was necessary. He walked into the room where the client he and his co-owner of the brothel were interviewing, was already waiting. Sheamus was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, one arm freshly bandaged, which was why he wasn't in the mood for this.
He sat down, looking over the man they were going to interview curiously as he waited for the other man to sit.

Wade Barrett was not usually a man who accepted things so easily. He had been hesitant to help his old friend Sheamus start this brothel that he and the Farrelly mafia empire would share. But he had. And now here he was spending time that he could have been out having a good time, talking to a lithe looking man and waiting on his friend.

Wade was wearing a suit, as usual. He almost never dressed in anything but his best. "Glad to see you could make it," he rolled his eyes at Shea.

Jay looked at the pale man that entered, he nervously bit his lip softly. He knew both of the men had big reputations in the underworld of the city.

"Of course I made it. Yer the one that wasn't going to come in the first place." Sheamus said, rolling his eyes at Wade. "Oh and I'm fine, thanks for asking..." He said angrily.
Sheamus ran a hand through his red hair, sighing. He smiled apologetically at the blond that was watching them, waiting for his interview.

Wade shook his head. A lot had changed since their friendship after twenty years and a lot of it suited Wade more so than it seemed to suit Shea. Looking at the blonde, Wade folded his hands on the table. "Well? Whats your name?"

"My name is Jay Reso." Jay said softly. He was beyond nervous now.

Sheamus nodded slowly, taking in the name and the face, he was usually pretty good with remembering people.
"Nice ter meet yeh Jay. My name's Sheamus and this 'charming' fella is Wade." Sheamus said, rolling his eyes as he gestured to Wade with his uninjured arm.

"Jay" smirked Wade, letting his eyes roam over the young man's body. He seemed almost to pure to be applying for a job with them. "You do know what we're asking you to do don't you? To sell your body to strangers."

Jay flushed softly before answering. "Yes i understand sir..." Jay looked down. "It wouldn't be the first time i worked this job..."

"You've done this job before?" Sheamus asked curiously. "Who'd yeh work fer?"
He put his hand protectively over the bandaged part of his other arm, watching Wade from the corner of his eye.
Since they'd decided to start their business together, he'd never entirely trusted the man, to Sheamus it was like a love/hate realtionship. He considered Wade his friend still, yet didn't trust him

"Ah so you were a whore before you worked for us even. Who was your boss, McIntyre? Because if so I don't hire tainted goods," sneered Wade at the man.

"I worked for Grel..." Jay said softly, he continued to look down too afraid to look at the two men.

Sheamus smirked at Wade's comment. Neither of them got along with McIntyre so he wasn't going to argue.
"G-Grel...?" Sheamus said, a blank look on his face. He looked away, a guilty expression on his face.

"Bloody hell," Wade muttered looking from Shea to Jay. Shea had told him about the other night, about getting in a fight with a pimp and killing him. But he hadn't told him WHO it was.

"W-What is it?" Jay asked nervously. He looked up a little bit.

"Um...nothin'." Sheamus said, staring out the window. He'd feel really bad now if Wade decided to turn Jay away, seeing as Sheamus himself had killed his boss.

Wade shook his head, "Nothing, just something that my friend here neglected to tell me. You got the job kid."

"T-Thank you sir...." Jay said softly, he had a job again. It wasn't one he liked but he'd make money to live on now.

Sheamus nodded, but didn't say anything else. He sighed and got up and left the office, leaving Wade to say whatever else that needed to be said.
He went into the bathroom, leaning against the wall, holding his injured arm. Sheamus knew that if Wade wanted him, he'd find him.

Wade smirked and pulled Jay against him as soon as Shea was gone, "I think you could at least give one of your bosses a private show, yes?"

Jay's cheeks turned bright pink at this, He looked away as he nodded slowly. "Y-Yes sir..." He answered softly.

Frowning, Sheamus slolwy sat on the bathroom floor. He was injured from the fight he'd had with Grel and his men in more places than just his arm, but he hadn't told anyone. He hadn't even had any of them looked at yet, he'd bandaged his arm himself, which hadn't been easy with one hand.
He leaned his head against the wall, still feeling guitly about leaving a lot of people jobless, though he didn't regret killing the man.

Wade smirked, "Later. You will come to my room and I will...evaluate your usefulness to this family." He stood up, kissing Jay before walking to find Shea in the bathroom. "What the HELL were you thinking!?"

Jay nodded slowly as Wade stood up, he was surprised by the kiss and shivered softly as he watched him leave.