I'm sorry. I realize that Reno is a little bit crazy, but hopefully it won't last long. And I've never been to a club before, I'm just basing this off of movies I've seen. Thank you for reading my story!

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"The Fox Den? That's a pretty stupid name for a club?" Reno cocked his eyebrow and looked sideways at Cloud. Cloud hated it when Reno gave him such a condescending look.

"I heard it was good, okay?" He brushed past Reno and made his way inside. Reno followed him. Once inside, they saw a bar to their left and a runway with a pole to their right. Reno's eyes widened.

"You didn't tell me it was this kind of club." He looked around at all the men preying on the sides of the runway like locust on a wildebeest. Cloud interrupted Reno's Lion King simile by elbowing his side.

"I'll be over there if you need me." Cloud lifted an arm towards the bar and was soon following the path it made. Reno turned his gaze back to the runway just as a man dressed completely in a shade of purple lighter than his own hair took the stage. He was wearing dark sunglasses, which hardly seemed appropriate in such a dimly-lit club at night. But perhaps the neon lights on the runway sides were blinding from his angle.

"Ladies and…um…well just gentlemen, I present to you tonight's entertainment: the lovely ladies of Broken Heart Boulevard." And with that, the man stepped back through the curtains. The stage lit up brighter as the first scantily-clad girl made her way. The catcalls, whistles and hollering started up as the girl strutted across the runway and began removing her clothes. Cloud looked over at Reno, who seemed a bit uncomfortable. The girl swung herself around the pole and spread her legs for the men "lucky" enough to be in the front row. Reno didn't have much of a view since he was in the back. But he could see the next girl, clear as day, as she walked down the runway. Those legs, those hips, that tiny waist and barely-covered breasts were unmistakenably Melina's! Reno took a step backwards and this was when Melina's eyes met his. She immediately returned backstage.

"What the hell are you doing, girl?" The purple man shouted at her. "Get back out there! Those men are waiting for you."

"I can't. Not tonight, Violet." Melina tried to walk past him, but Violet caught her arm.

"I said, get out there!" He picked up his cane and lifted it high to strike her. Melina closed her eyes tight. But before Violet could bring his stick down to touch her; it was yanked out of his hand.

"I'll take that, thank you." It was Reno. He pulled Melina away from Violet. "And I'll take her too."

"Do you know him, Midnight? Who do you think you are, mister?" Violet sounded like a child.

"I should be asking you the same question." Reno tapped the cane against his hand, threateningly.

"I'm her boss, of course."

"No you're not. I am." Reno used the cane to poke Violet in the stomach and knock his shades onto the floor. "She quits." Reno crushed Violet's glasses under his shoe and took Melina's hand, leading her into the club. The crowd of men began to call out to her as she hid herself behind Reno. "The show will continue, boys. Just not with her in it. Cloud, I'm gonna take Melina home."

"Uh, sure." Cloud was a little confused. His friend hadn't told him that you could take the girls home with you. What an awesome club!