[Host Club] Kicking Back, Relaxin'

<div align=center>Hadrian had spent enough money on redecorating this room to make it look more or less like an expensive lounge. Tables and couches set here and there gave the place a rich look, and screamed we mean business. Of course they did, how would they make any money if the room looked awful? No one would want to come anywhere near here if they had to sit in a dank, dusty room that looked like it hadn't been touched in ten years. Hadrian couldn't understand why some people argued that money was a curse, it was anything but. What more could he want? He had money, good looks and enough charm to talk anyone off their feet. And now a horde of squealing girls paying him to idly chat with them for half an hour.

Of course it was all an act. Every sweet word that fell from his lips, each time his fingers brushed those of a desperate high-schooler pining for attention. All of it was completely fake. He oft wondered if the customers really knew that, perhaps deep down. But I suppose they choose not to. Looking at these girls, Hadrian could only think how lucky he was. Ania makes these girls look like trolls.

His eyes flickered upwards, moving across a strange creature. Something he'd never seen before. The boy lifted an eyebrow, and cleared his throat. Is he.. A customer? He hoped not. Better see what he wants. He pushed himself away from the wall he'd been leaning against. crossing the room and approaching the... Man? "Uh. Hi." He greeted, straightening his waistcoat a little and looking Lelei up and down. "Welcome to the Host Club, are you here for business or leisure?"</div>

<div align=center>One line of advice ran through the young man's head as he contemplated the first day of his first 'job'- Good luck and don't eff it up. As the story of his life had gone to this point, Jericho was your typical drifty teenage boy. Not being tied to a job or any rules/responsibilities outside the ones of his choosing. But now he was a working man. He had taken on a responsibility, and for the most part he stuck to it. His responsibility previously mentioned?

To cater to the pretty boys and girls of the school as a Host in the school's host club.

Being as he was naturally a flirt, this had to be a piece of cake, right? He liked making others feel good about themselves, especially if it gave him a confidence boost in the process. Everybody one. And that was A-okay with him. But there was still that doubt that he would be the most hated host here. Did girls really go after that suave, guitar playing, slightly sculpted, sweet voiced literal angel type guy that he was? God, thinking of himself in that sort of light almost made him gag. But it is what it is. He just needed to say a few magic words, blow a few kisses, and pass on winks in the utmost teasing manner. It didn't mean anything to anyone, but as long as there were smiles he supposed he did his job right.

Jericho today did indeed have his wings out, though contemplated whether or not that was proper to do. Well, he did want to go for that angelic vibe, even if he was anything but. He even went so far as to paint the pewter colored feathers an off white using some sort of makeup. Jericho really did take the first impressions seriously. After all, that's what stuck with people the most.

Though as he confidently folded his arms across his snazzily dressed, vest-and-tie clad chest; he released the position to watch as a young child pass by, a bit of a skip to his step. He had heard of the blonde before... Meth... Meth something. But he went by 'Oli' or something cheeky like that. The boy that looked about three years or so younger than he was was too dressed in polished clothes, though traded off dress pants for little shorts. He was a bit too wee for this, wasn't he?

"Hey Oli. Psst."

The little boy turned around, glasses-less eyes now aided by contacts. Now he looked even more dollish than he usually did. He recognized the man from an orientation of sorts before, either that or he was in his gym class. He seemed pretty alright. Which was good, considering they would be working together. ”Yes, sir?”

Jericho gestured him over, reaching into his pocket. "Word of advice- act cute. Chicks eat that shit up. You're kinda shy, so..." He pulled out a Pixie Stick, or rather a bundle in a small box. He was saving it to stay up later this night to study, but that was nothing a good energy drink couldn't do. A gentle smile spread across his face. "Sugar will fix that right up." Getting a kid hopped up on go-go juice? Eh, it would work. And besides the kid looked like he hadn't gotten much of a sugary experience by just seeing how casually uptight he was.

Oliver looked down to his gift, happy upon its bestowal. But what would sugar do to him? Well, as it too was his first day in the club, this like much else would be a learning experience. He bowed briefly to the bigger kid. ”Thank you Mister Jericho!” Unlike him, he did a better job at committing names to memory. Just as he was about to down his first one, he spotted the door opening as the club's leader had taken charge. He fell silent as he watched them.

When the client entered, he wasn't at all what he envisioned. He was... A shark? Oliver couldn't help but to gulp a bit under his breath and step halfway back. But he was a small kid, and that was a big man-of-sorts. He was more concerned about that than his species. Still, as part of his own code and that of the club's, Oliver went into action.

From where he was standing he curtsy-bowed politely, innocently smiling as he looked at the man. ”Hello, sir!” He chirped, just as his angel-ish companion nodded a hello. Would they be catering to him today? Who knew. But perhaps that sugar would serve him well. That would remain to be seen. </div>

A male of likely 17 sat with two ladies beside him, listening to them talk. It was lengthy and boring, as they talked about the most mundane things. Though it hadn't been the most boring clients Darius had dealt with, they certainly made their mark. He kept the conversation interesting and entertaining their stories by being agreeable to the girls. He certainly couldn't afford not to put on a show for them, after it was a Host Club. Though he personally didn't care too highly of money or girls, it was nice to socialize with others even if he really just took advantage of their willingness to spend money to attend the Host Club. I guess the professional side of me can handle this kind of work, its fun sometimes and I can show off. Plus, the attitude I built up over my 4 years here helps they think I'm a troubled youth or something, he thought, grinning as he leaned back into the couch. The girls sparked more interest in him when they questioned about him and were brave enough to actually make physical contact, giving him a little bit of surprise being used to listening more than actually chatting. "Ladies, I'd hate to interrupt such lovely maidens but our time has come to an end. Perhaps we can continue a conversation as lovely as the woman before me at another time.", he stated, to their displeasure as they voiced it. He helped them up and gave them a farewell, not some kiss on the hand or cheek, just a simple nod.

Darius, or as he told others to call him Chase, wasn't wearing what was considered typical for him. Instead, to appear proper as a Host Club member he wore dress clothes. Black of course, keeping it the way he preferred. He kept the jacket unbuttoned to play on his already established loner personality that he set up for others to observe and kept his hair relatively the same as every other day. Though Darius had been entertaining the girls, he couldn't help but watch the new arrival, a presence that was sure to attract some attention after all. He was done with those girls anyway, they had used up their time and Darius didn't have anyone booked for at least the next half-hour since he didn't exactly like being bothered and, its great to keep them waiting when playing up such a personality for them. Besides, it seemed that most of the Host Club had arrived, there might've been one or two of them not greeting their new guest, but that meant they were probably busy. He didn't care though, he wanted to get a closer look at the new guest.

So Darius knew what he would do, he'd at least provide a welcome for their guest and then he'd go off and do something. He couldn't exactly do much other than his Host Club duties in the room, so he'd have to play it as time went on. Walking up to join his fellows, he gave the guest a good look over. The body wasn't bad at all, he was certainly thick and had the muscles to go with it. Darius was impressed by the man to say the least, not that he could begin to imagine what the man even intended to do here. Though it was one of Darius' weak points, he did feel a little interested in acting as the host for the man. He raised a hand in something of a half-attempted wave, making the effort of eye-contact and all. He was greeting a customer after all. "Welcome to the Host Club sir. The pleasure is ours.", he stated, sliding his hands into his pockets and looking to the others, particularly Hadrian since he ran the club.

<div align=center>"Partake." Hadrian echoed softly, it was not in his nature to ruin business, especially one as good at this. They'd hardly been together a week and they'd made a substantial amount of money. Of course he had to pay the other hosts for their work, but that was altogether fair enough. Hadrian wasn't the kind to con someone out of their money, he was far too gentlemanly for that. "Who are you here for?" The boy purred, switching on his charm and running a hand through his hair. He couldn't help but wonder what this man's type was - of course Hadrian was straight as a ruler, he'd never once looked at boys in a romantic way, though that didn't mean he wasn't a good actor. It didn't make him uncomfortable at all, and that was what counted, right?

"What's your type?" He asked, "maybe you like the little cute ones," he murmured, eyes flickering backward in Oli's direction. "Or a pretty little angel?" As Darius approached Hadrian merely greeted him with a small smile, and a nod. He didn't know much of his club all that well, but those that were here were tolerable enough. Hadrian didn't mind their company, besides, they were technically his employees. "Or maybe you'd a prefer a gentleman like Chase, here?" He smiled a little, or leaned in close. "Or is the alpha male the one you're looking for?" That was most likely a reference to himself.

His hosts were behaving themselves and doing well, he felt a little like a father, even though no one was all that close yet. Friendship was not something Hadrian was all that familiar with, he came across as so untouchable most of the time that people tended to avoid him more often than not. However, he didn't mind that, his own company was good enough for the most part.</div>

<div align=center>Upon being formerly introduced both the older and the younger boy straightened themselves out as the aquatic man of sorts was allowed to take his pick. Behind his boss still however Jericho looked upon the situation with mild amusement. He knew he was going to get interesting clientele, but this was unexpected. He supposed he was... Attractive for a shark creature of sorts. Maybe. But then again he'd never seen anyone like him before. Judgement he knew however could not be passed for Jericho himself knew he was inhuman. So he kept his mouth shut on the matter.

Though he personally predicted that Hadrian would be accepted right on the spot, it appeared the shark wanted nothing to do with him. Sure he was in charge of the club itself, but that didn't deter the fact that he was attractive and charismatic. Oh well. Perhaps having two dominant males in the same space wasn't the greatest idea. Especially if one looked like they could swallow the other whole.

So the two merely stood by as they allowed the shark to take his pick. That's when Oliver's slight anxiety picked back up, his pale fingers idly messing with the hem of his short dressy shorts. Did he like him? Was he small enough to eat without much resistance? He was sure this guy had enough decency to not try to devour Oliver. He was polite, and besides, his coworkers would step in at the moment something bad did happen, right? He hoped so. He kept his teeny smile even when Lelei started to make noises when he was around him. They didn't sound... Bad necessarily. But they were enough to keep him on his toes.

When he mentioned he wanted to sample all of them, they both glanced at the club's leader to make that executive decision. As long as he had the cash to back himself up, there shouldn't be a problem... And not like the boys minded either way. To make the decision however for which one to request first, a collective agreement seemed to be unspoken to try to state some basic facts about themselves.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Lelei. My name's Jericho, and as you can see I'm a bit of an angel." He smiled almost slyly, playfully yet barely unfurling his wings to demonstrate. "If you wish, I could sing to you- anything you'd like. But what I like the most is listening to stories. Your interests are mine." He stated with a bit of a bow of his head, pulling off a polite yet edgy greeting to convey his 'type'. He looked to Oliver then for him to introduce himself but it appeared he was lost in his thoughts. A tip of Jericho's wing tapped him on the back, snapping him out of it.

”Oh!” Oliver gasped in surprise, proceeding to flush pink while rubbing the back of his head. ”My name's Oli. I'm a little young, but I like nothing more than making friends.” He then smiled cheekily, rocking on his heels in a youthful gesture. ”I hope to get to know you more, Mister Lelei. Would you like to play with me?” Play? Pft, the kid really didn't play anything besides 'let's see who can make hydrochloric acid the fastest' or 'who can pull an all nighter freaking the hell out about a rumored pop quiz'. But he could try, right? Besides, it was healthy for him to try to be a kid somewhere and get some social life in. After the greeting he did a bow-curtsy before looking at the others, wondering if the shark man was going to make a decision after all. </div>