A/n. Proper story now. This is actually written really badly but I cant be
bothered to fix it.
"HEY HANZ!"
Hanz woke up to the ever so familiar sound of his flatmate shouting his early wake up call. Hanz turned over and looked at his not so functional alarm clock. 11:30 pm. Time to get up. He rolled over and fell on the floor with a muffled 'flump'.
"Come on sleepy head get up, we need to go to work." Ryan said after entering the room and looking at Hanz lying a bit dazed on the floor.
"I'm up!" Hanz said.
"No you're not you're lying on the floor" Ryan said while pulling Hanz into the bathroom.
"I don't want to go to work today." Hanz protested.
"You don't have a choice, now today you have to be dressed as a medieval king." One look at the disgusted face and Ryan added "special request."
Hanz sighed and started to get ready. Hanz was a tall well built male, who worked as a male stripper. He was 18 and had blonde hair that was being most disagreeable at the moment. There was only one thing that spoiled this package he had a pink birthmark on his cheek. He hated it he didn't know why it was there, it just was. It didn't seem to bother other people only himself.
Hanz came down the stairs feeling stupid. He was being made to wear tights aswell. Green tights. He felt like Peter Pan. Ryan looked out of the kitchen door and gave a little round of applause.
"Quit it." Snapped Hanz who was not in a very good mood.
"That's not a very good attitude to take this fine evening. You have to be nice to the customers please them and get paid." Ryan said teasingly.
"Whatever. Where am I going anyway?" Hanz asked.
"The Descouedres mansion. That's what it says here. Y'know the weird freaky place with all the black roses carved by the door" Ryan said trying to jog Hanz's memory.
"O, so I have to go to the freak place, I hardly think that's fair do you?"
"Go or you'll be late." Ryan said pointing to the door. Hanz grabbed his bag and left towards the Descouedres mansion and his next paying customers and something else that he didn't intend on finding.
"HEY HANZ!"
Hanz woke up to the ever so familiar sound of his flatmate shouting his early wake up call. Hanz turned over and looked at his not so functional alarm clock. 11:30 pm. Time to get up. He rolled over and fell on the floor with a muffled 'flump'.
"Come on sleepy head get up, we need to go to work." Ryan said after entering the room and looking at Hanz lying a bit dazed on the floor.
"I'm up!" Hanz said.
"No you're not you're lying on the floor" Ryan said while pulling Hanz into the bathroom.
"I don't want to go to work today." Hanz protested.
"You don't have a choice, now today you have to be dressed as a medieval king." One look at the disgusted face and Ryan added "special request."
Hanz sighed and started to get ready. Hanz was a tall well built male, who worked as a male stripper. He was 18 and had blonde hair that was being most disagreeable at the moment. There was only one thing that spoiled this package he had a pink birthmark on his cheek. He hated it he didn't know why it was there, it just was. It didn't seem to bother other people only himself.
Hanz came down the stairs feeling stupid. He was being made to wear tights aswell. Green tights. He felt like Peter Pan. Ryan looked out of the kitchen door and gave a little round of applause.
"Quit it." Snapped Hanz who was not in a very good mood.
"That's not a very good attitude to take this fine evening. You have to be nice to the customers please them and get paid." Ryan said teasingly.
"Whatever. Where am I going anyway?" Hanz asked.
"The Descouedres mansion. That's what it says here. Y'know the weird freaky place with all the black roses carved by the door" Ryan said trying to jog Hanz's memory.
"O, so I have to go to the freak place, I hardly think that's fair do you?"
"Go or you'll be late." Ryan said pointing to the door. Hanz grabbed his bag and left towards the Descouedres mansion and his next paying customers and something else that he didn't intend on finding.