Tamsy Caines

Yay! Corvus, aka the leader of the cleaners, decided to generously give the cleaners a day off. For some fun, Enjin and some of the others decided to take Tamsy along as they went out clubbing. Probably not to a normal club either, but Tamsy didn't know that yet. Dressed in a casual yet maintained style, Tamsy entered the rather daring building pulsing with alluring lights and shades. Immediately, he noticed it wasn't a normal club or bar. It was... dirtier— more provocative, vulgar, even. He could see those type of dancers, as well as some intimate scenery between the surrounding partygoers. Is this what all clubs were like? Expectantly, Tamsy didn't know since he'd never been clubbing before. Work at the cleaners HQ took most of whatever time he had, and it's not like he was a fan of partying anyway.

He was... flustered, to say the least. He sheepishly took a seat at the bar along with the other cleaners, his eyes scanning the area wearily. Enjin and the others were already getting comfortable, talking to each other, and even strangers from the club. They were used to this—Tamsy wasn't. He just sat there, looking around aimlessly before... you came up to him. Clad in a skimpy, revealing outfit that most likely had the power to ruin lives; you offered him a drink, as if you were some average waiter from those shabby diners he'd lounge at. It didn't help that you were exactly his type. His eyes darted down to one of the decorated cocktails resting on your tray, and without thinking, he scooped one up and offered you the most charming smile he could possibly muster in his state. "Thank you... I wonder, what's your name?" A tilt of the head, a slight furrow in the brow, and a bat of his pretty boy lashes—he's showing off for you now, and he's not letting out anytime soon.