his brow raised as a very fine and precariously dainty pair of shoes nearly disrupted the paperwork. he let his eyes wander up slowly as he spoke, "i mean that there seems to be accounts with nothing in them even though the logs you have given me already have the times they have markered filled. though.... after i am done you can book me for ten minutes with your best girl"



( http://www.aliexpress.com/product-gs...olesalers.html and without the front strip; http://aff.ysi.bz/assets/90/287/l_p0013028790.jpg )

He nearly missed the command, dragging his feet from the desk and rising to look over what the other was saying. "I don't understand I check every thing myself." He pulled the papers towards him. "Are you sure?"

he held up a folder, "this one, it is a marlowe price, he is a sunday and wednesday client. i see sunday receipts but fuck-all for wednesday even though he never called off his appointment and the others all have the same issue. each one has an unaccounted day missing which, while not unusual in of itself is rather suspect when you take not that is four clients in one week and all of the data logs and i am sure if i talk to the customers they will say they were charged just the same. someone is making a little extra money on my time"

Galvin looked at the clients on the list and could immediately tell who had been short changing him. It was a shame they did not think to mask themselves by doing it to different clients and he felt foolish for not noticing sooner, least of all trusting them. He took a deep breath "Would you like a drink while I go fire people?"

looking up he let his face melt into a grin, "what? and miss a chance to put the fear of god and gagarin into a couple of fresh heads? i want to be the one yelling while you fire away"

Galvin bowed gracefully at the door. "Then by all means lead the way. Ryan is with a customer right now, Stacy is on the floor and Ivy is probably about to do a number on the main stage, if you go and warm them up I will go and ask Ellen if she can step in and dance for Jeanie."

rolling his shoulders in a shrug he meandered out. he wasn't going to dance but he certainly was going to warm everyone up with what he had to say

He rounded the corner with the two 'girls' while the other was on the floor. One moved listlessly at the realization of being caught while the other struggled and lied and demanded proof of his wrong doings. As if on cue, Ambrosia commanded the floor. A hushed wave flowed through the crowd so deafening that the outside sounds of rain could be heart pelting the roof. The words rolled over every one making them rub their collars with unease. Even the girl Galvin was holding stopped fighting and felt as if he were shaking. When he finished two more bodies from the crowd dropped their guises and Galvin ushered them to their lockers and out of the back door into the pouring rain. He pinched his brow and an unexpected chill raced down his spine. He shook it off as though the cause were the freezing droplets of water, but he realized why that man ruled the world, and why Maia held him as her favorite. Galvin recovered himself, never letting Ambrosia see him unnerved . .He stroked the other on the shoulder. “Two of those girls were booked until 4 am, would my new employee like to take some of the spots? Other wise your ten minutes start now and I will see again at five.”

he was hardly off of the stage when a hand found him from the side and he halted, "two of those girls were booked until 4 am, would my new employee like to take some of the spots? other wise your ten minutes start now and i will see again at five.” he turned his head at the words and twisted into a kiss, when he pulled away however pyce didn't seem too much impressed. "neither, get morgan's skinny ass out here and do that stupid-ass number with the bottles, i will man the floor solo, get your other girl, jeanie?, off of tables and have her get the pissy bitches who paid for private sessions they aren't getting. offer a refund and free booze if they come out for the show otherwise have them leave, you call everyone who is off tonight and see if we cover what we don't have"

He grinned turning to do Ambrosia's bidding. With a snap of his fingers he was able to call the rest of the employees to his bidding and quickly gather things in order. Surprisingly,the girls were ready and able to come in to work and with in moment he would be able to do damage control. Sadly he did have to give refunds, though many were not to inclined to leave at the thought of free booze and the bottle trick.

the best part of the plan was that because all he had to do was take random drinks out to any waving hand he was able to keep an eye on the door and keep the man informed as each girl came in rushed and un-made-up until they had their four and he let her know to wrap it up while the others got dolled up and clocked in

Galvin did not wait for the last girl to join the others. He pulled Ambrosia off the floor before she clocked in and ushered him to his favorite room, and closed the door between them and the world. Silently he nudged the other to the couch and sat him down, taking his seat on his lap. "Would you care for a drink?" He said as his hands found their way up the mans torso.

he raised a brow. the actions were expected but the motivation behind them were unknown and though he let himself be moved here and was more than willing to let pyce have his fun he was curious as to why. "you seem awfully enthusiastic, was my speech just so arousing or are you giddy from something else?"


(cue big grin X'D though he does not expect galvin to stop he just wants to know why he is a little extra manic)

He shrugged trying to be nonchalant. "I do not see anything different then what we usually do. Though you asked for Ten minutes with the best girl did you not?"

(XD because his lover left him alone for a week and he is my only character with the same dependency issues that most of yours have )

the grin broadened twofold, "i had forgotten in the excitement....though, what makes you think you are better than morgan? he's got a really nice pair of legs on him after-all and he's a lot more.. congenial"

"If you wanted congenial, I am sure you would not have willingly come into my office." He rolled his eyes and shook his head twisting his hips ever so slightly and grinned running his hand along the side of Ambrosia's cheek. "Does Dick want a stepford wife?"