
It was a fine night out, if the gentle giant could say so himself. The sky was clear and the moon shone bright as ever. It were times like these that he wished he could just jaunt down the street without a care and just enjoy the night. But alas, he was working today as a bouncer to an exclusive club. It was temporary. The employer was impressed at the sight of him. Well, the sight of him struggling to fit through his door that is. They had big people here, so why did he still have such a small door? That was simply baffling to Locke.
But anyway, the reason it was temporary was that looks were deceptive, and he needed to gauge how capable a bouncer the applicants were. And that is the reason why this walking wall of meat--no, this glorious, 9-foot-and-a-half wall of muscle, was standing by the door, arms crossed with a black shirt that seemingly wrapped around his muscles, pecs and abs. Intimidating for the men, a sight to behold to the ladies and any party that enjoys the sights of a man well-endowed in the muscle mass category.
Even though it was a slow day for the club, there were plenty of people gathered around the specimen. Everyone had been taking pictures of and with Locke. While he needed to kneel down on a knee to fit the frame, it was enjoyable for everyone involved. If he would be taken off the list of employees, it would be for the fact that everyone was too distracted to get into the club.
Although, with a rather big flash of light, and a short moment of weightlessness, that problem would be fixed. Except, the club didn't have a working bouncer that night anymore. "Argh... That felt like I've just had a bus hit me..." As his senses regained their functions, he found himself in a room with an odd design. This definitely wasn't prison. There was a huge open hallway going down. But luckily, he didn't have to crouch to get through the doorway.
Hearing a light shuffle, he turned his attention to a lady who seemed to be in the same situation as he was. "Good evening. I don't suppose you know where we are, do you?" he'd ask, offering a hand if she needed it.
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