'First day of work. Always the worst.' A boy, no older than 15, stood in the doorway of "Junior's Club". 'Could've called it something slightly more creative, but whatever.' He thought. Adjusting his backpack, he walked down the steps, and into a room with a sign on the door to the right of the stairs. "Employee's Only. Great." Opening the door and finding his locker, #51, he opened it up, tossed in his bag, and pulled out his gear.
His gear consisted of a bullet-proof vest over-top a green t-shirt, black cargo pants, white socks, and black combat boots. His weapon was a Zweihänder with a revolving Dust chamber, and could fold. Closing his locker and locking it, he held the Zweihänder with his right hand, and balanced it on his shoulder, then left the locker room. Finding a nice wall he could see just about everything from, he put his Zweihänder next to him, then leaned against it. Folding his arms, he watched for any suspicious activity.
While waiting, 2 girls, who looked to be just a year older than him, stood beside him and waited for him to notice their existence. Finally, after a minute of waiting, the one in blue spoke. "Do you have any idea how long we've waited?" He turned his head towards the noise. Noticing how close they were, he nearly jumped. Nearly.
"I'm sorry?" He said. The one in blue shook her head, while the one in red watched him with curious eyes. "I assume you aren't party-goers, because you have weapons, so you must be guards. Never thought I'd find any women doing the dirty work in here." He looked around, all the male guards either dancing, drinking and having a good time or being busy flirting with the girls. He rolled his eyes, then looked back at the girls. "So, what's up?"
"What's up? Do you HEAR this guy, Miltia?" Her partner nodded, still eyeing the boy. "You're almost as pathetic as the rest of the guards here. Let's go, Miltia, we don't have time to waste on this guy." The one in red walked off, her sister in tow behind her. The one known as "Miltia" turned around, facing the boy.
"Sorry." The boy nodded and smiled.
"It's fine. I have to deal with things like this all the time. Should get going with your friend, there, don't want to make her angry, hm?" Miltia did the same as him just a few moments ago, she nodded and smiled.
"Yeah. My names Miltia, by the way." The boy looked around a moment, then returned his gaze to her.
"Nice to meet you, Miltia. Mine is Syan. Oop, looks like we've got a bit of a drunkard over there, I have to go deal with that. Take care, Miltia." He picked up his sword and started walking towards the man who was stumbling around the bar. "Sir, you've had a little much to drink, I think it's time to leave." The man turned towards him and smacked Syan right in the face, annoying him slightly. "Do you live around here? Do you have any relatives or friends that can drive you home?" The man spoke garbled words and phrases that had no meaning. Suddenly, another man ran over to him, grabbing his arm and staring at Syan. "Sir, your friend has had too much to drink, I need you to take him home." The non-drunk man nodded and looked at his friend.
"Ah, poor Davis, came here to party with a few of his friends and look how he is now.. alrighty then, sorry for the disturbance." The non-drunk man took his friend and led him out of the bar, hopefully taking him home.
Syan sighed and walked back to his wall, doing the same routine as before. "God damnit Mother, why'd you have to put me through this?" He shook his head lightly, then started listening to the song that was playing at that moment. It was a song that had been popular with clubs for some time, called "DJ Deadb3ar - Synch". Syan wasn't a huge fan of dubstep or disco, he, himself preferred heavy metal. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, save for a few glances at Miltia and her friend. Something about her intrigued him.
At the end of his shift, he went to the locker room, opening his locker, he took off his vest and tossed it into his bag, then folded his Zweihänder and tossed it in. Closing his bag, putting it on his back, then closing his locker and leaving the club, he walked down an extremely shady part of town. He hated this part of town, more robberies, murders and the like here than anywhere else. Plus, his family was JUST under the Schnee Dust Company! Why the hell did he have to work HERE of all places, actually, better question. Why the hell did he have to work in the first place? He was 15, for gods sake! He should still be in School! When Syan got home, he plomped down onto his bed and slept the night away.