'The Black Lotus' Casino and bar. Not exactly the largest establishment in the world, however it made it profits instead of by size but a smaller more dedicated customer base, that were quite happy to pour their money away. Just how much was the patrons own addictions to the vices his establishment provide and how much was the partial exposure to Ethan's aura wasn't always exactly clear but it was divided enough that he wasn't exactly going to be thrown in a cell for misuse of abilities.
However the building did not always get through the open times without incident. The occasional man or women who had taken far to much of their poison of choice, to the gambler who had hit rock bottom and attempted to cause a scene in order to get his money back, or more urgently those demanding to get in but having to be denied because they had clearly been over exposed to Ethan's aura and he had to make sure they spend time recovering to avoid legal trouble. All of these incidences where the purpose of the establishment doormen and bouncers.
While Ethan was more the capable to deal with most problems himself, he couldn't do so in good faith. The warning signs for the club and how their were set out pretty much contained him to certain parts of the red areas. The back end of the main floor and his personal mini floor. Which was one of the problems right now that he had. Recently a couple of the bouncer he had on staff had moved on. Taking up contracts with larger business. With Ethan rigid schedules and limit his staff were allowed to work losing them was causing him to have to make do with less security at the bust times.
It was for this reason, that in the windows at both entrances for the casino were sign said in bold letters. 'Security Jobs Available. Inquire Inside.' However at the moment only the left doors were open, to cut down on the need for having to have both doors manned with the staff issues. It had been a couple days, and Ethan had been making sure to try and spend as much time on the mezzanine floor as possible during opening times. So that if anyone wanted to try and apply, then one of the young attractive women at the entrance counter could tell them to if he was there, and where to go in order to find the owner.
Sitting in the centre of the oversized sofa in his VIP area, in one of his hands were a large Dominican cigar. Half burned down. While in the other hand was not a glass, but an entire bottle of vodka. Not the normal one that shops sold, but the large one for use behind the bar and meant for attaching to the devices to measure shots. Much like the cigar only half of the bottle remained. Ethan contently sating his needs, while looking down over the patrons practically giving him money for nothing a satisfied smirk on his lips.
However the building did not always get through the open times without incident. The occasional man or women who had taken far to much of their poison of choice, to the gambler who had hit rock bottom and attempted to cause a scene in order to get his money back, or more urgently those demanding to get in but having to be denied because they had clearly been over exposed to Ethan's aura and he had to make sure they spend time recovering to avoid legal trouble. All of these incidences where the purpose of the establishment doormen and bouncers.
While Ethan was more the capable to deal with most problems himself, he couldn't do so in good faith. The warning signs for the club and how their were set out pretty much contained him to certain parts of the red areas. The back end of the main floor and his personal mini floor. Which was one of the problems right now that he had. Recently a couple of the bouncer he had on staff had moved on. Taking up contracts with larger business. With Ethan rigid schedules and limit his staff were allowed to work losing them was causing him to have to make do with less security at the bust times.
It was for this reason, that in the windows at both entrances for the casino were sign said in bold letters. 'Security Jobs Available. Inquire Inside.' However at the moment only the left doors were open, to cut down on the need for having to have both doors manned with the staff issues. It had been a couple days, and Ethan had been making sure to try and spend as much time on the mezzanine floor as possible during opening times. So that if anyone wanted to try and apply, then one of the young attractive women at the entrance counter could tell them to if he was there, and where to go in order to find the owner.
Sitting in the centre of the oversized sofa in his VIP area, in one of his hands were a large Dominican cigar. Half burned down. While in the other hand was not a glass, but an entire bottle of vodka. Not the normal one that shops sold, but the large one for use behind the bar and meant for attaching to the devices to measure shots. Much like the cigar only half of the bottle remained. Ethan contently sating his needs, while looking down over the patrons practically giving him money for nothing a satisfied smirk on his lips.