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<privateeye>

[junosteel]

uh, no, i'm not a monster.

[Yet. But he's not gonna say that.]

but i can handle myself in a fight, and i'm aiming to work in the evenings. what's the crowd like, usually?

<boone>

[thumbsdown]

well you're gonna be one, eventually. right?

[The Lucky 38 mostly deals with monsters, and monsters are stronger than normal humans. He'll take on monsters-to-be as new employees because it gives him a chance to show them the ropes, but regular humans? They get to deal cards and serve drinks.]

we don't get much trouble, probably because humans know that if they start fights they'll get their asses kicked by monster security. still get the occasional drunk who thinks he can take us all on, though. might be easier to just show you. if you swing by this evening, you can see how everything works.

<privateeye> -> action?

[junosteel]

well, that's what everyone keeps saying to me. but i'll drop by in a few hours, if you're still gonna be there

[True to his word, Juno shows up once the evening crowd starts to settle in. Boone can probably see how much of a scrappy twink Juno actually is, and how unprepared he would be to actually take on an angry monster.

He strolls in, his eyes wandering around the casino until he spots a werebear. At least, what he assumes to be a werebear--the only vaguely ursine creatures he's ever seen in his life have been the sewer rabbits on Mars.]

Hey. I take it that you're Boone, right? Name's Juno Steel, messaged you about the security job.

[thumbsdown]

[Boone looks Juno over with critical eyes. Not judging him as such, but evaluating him for the job.]

Yeah, that's me.

[Well, looks aren't everything. This guy could surprise him. He nods towards where a drunk human is insisting he should get free drinks on account of being a loyal customer, and he looks about ready to throw down with the poor bartender.]

You came just in time. Show me how you handle this guy.

[The customer is tall and kind of chubby, and very much not inclined to listen to reason, so Boone would be interested to see Juno physically deal with him. Of course if Juno can't get the job done, Boone will just toss the guy out himself, but he's hoping Juno does well.]

[junosteel]

[Juno turns to look at the man Boone is referring to. He's not hard to find--if he yelled any louder, he'd probably burst the poor bartender's eardrums. He raises an eyebrow and marches on over to the man. Before he can interrupt, the man jabs a finger at the bartender, making them jump back. Juno grabs the man's wrist, staring him down.]

I think you've had enough for now. Why don't you--

[Before he can finish his sentence, the man turns and sends a fist flying towards the bartender. Luckily, Juno's face is there to catch it. The man's fist hits Juno squarely between the eyes, causing his head to snap back. He's lucky that his nose didn't break for the umpteenth time.

If he had his laser blaster on hand, he could probably stun this guy no problem and throw him outside. Unfortunately, he's only got his fists and his smart mouth to defend himself. Maybe he could use the tables and chairs to his advantage, throw the guy off balance, but that would probably never get him hired.

Well. He's gotten out of situations with less. So, Juno decides to kick the man in the shins. The man yells out in pain, his attention now on Juno. Juno darts to the side, far enough so that the man can't reach him with his fists, but close enough that he can still be annoying.]

What's the matter, big guy? You want a fight, you got one.

[That gets the man to get off his fat ass and stomp towards Juno, away from the terrified bartender. Good. Unfortunately, the man picks up his glass and chucks it directly at Juno's head. Juno dives behind a table and hears the glass shattering against the ground. He scrambles back out, waving at the man. Behind him lies the exit of the Lucky 38.]

Woah! Didn't your parents ever teach you Fight Etiquette 101? [Pause.] Actually, from the way you were treating that bartender, I doubt they taught you any manners, either.

[The man doesn't reply, focused on mashing Juno's face in with his fist. He charges straight towards him, shouting explicates that would make even the dirtiest Outer Rim pirate blush. At the last moment, Juno steps to the side, sweeping his leg under the man's feet and causing him to fall flat on his face. He pulls the man up by the collar, glaring daggers at him. He punches the man in the face and kicks him in the stomach for good measure, then pushes him towards the exit.]

Get out. Come back when you learn to be goddamn polite.

[After watching the man stumble out, Juno staggers back towards Boone. His head his throbbing from the punch, and, it's almost guaranteed that he'll have a concussion. Pretty typical day on the job for Juno Steel, Private Eye.]

So? How'd I do?

[thumbsdown]

[Boone watches the whole thing quietly, expression flat and unamused by the patron's behaviour. But when Juno comes back, he grunts and nods.]

You took that punch pretty well. And you got him out of here, which is the important thing. Okay, you've got a job.

[He gestures to the bar, where the bartender is shakily going back to his business.]

Employees drink for free, just don't end up in the same state that guy was in or I'll take that privilege away. You a whiskey guy?

[He can smell it on him, and thinks he could even without his keen senses.]

[junosteel]

[He nods, taking a moment to rub his temples. Nothing a trip to the clinic and a week's rest can't fix.

Boone doesn't seem to be like much of a talker, that's for sure. Lup and Egon spoke of him favorably, though, so Juno tries to reserve and judgement until he actually talks with him more. Besides, he can't be that bad if he offers his employees free drinks and runs a nice casino like this one.]

Usually, yeah. I'll take anything that has a bite to it, though. When should I expect to start?

[He likes his drinks with an active desire to do him harm.]

[thumbsdown]

[He's really not a talkative guy, though he does speak a little more once he knows someone.]

Well, we've got plenty of drinks to choose from. And I'd like you in as soon as possible, but you should probably get checked out at the clinic first. That was one hell of a punch.

[What a coincidence, Boone likes his the same way.]

How about you let me know when you're feeling okay to work and we'll go from there?

[He's not unreasonable. He knows making someone work with a possible concussion isn't going to end well.]

[junosteel]

Sounds good. See you in a few days, then.

[His voice cracks a little when he speaks. Juno pinches the bridge of his nose, eyebrows furrowing. He starts making his way out of the Lucky 38 when he stops to stare at the bar. He almost makes a move to order a drink, but then decides against it and stumbles out the way he came.

For the moment, Juno's finally got a job.]