To be early was to be on time. To be on time was to be late.<br/><br/>As such, the bouncer was the first to show up at the final round of the employee's annual meetings. Paskar Paag was<i>the </i>muscle of Radius, and as such worked frequent and lengthy shifts. It mattered not if his boss was Sagh Karskarn, the old, vile, and corrupt former bossman of Radius who had been ousted on somewhat dubious terms, or Ahja’nai Apophixea, the enigmatic and ephemeral hardass who was his current employer.<br/><br/>There were few who possessed a physique as intimidating as Paskar, and of those were a rare few who garnered respect rather than fear with their personality and actions. Perhaps, even among that specific demographic fewer still desired the position of an enforcer at a seedy club in a space colony.<br/><br/>So his hours were long, but the overtime and job security was a nice bonus at least, which helped to keep his exorbitant food expenses manageable.<br/><br/>Paskar didn't sigh, despite his wish to, and he could only look over his freshly pressed tailored suit for imperfections so many times before his large black oculars blinked dimly at the mask of his boss. His kind was gifted a physiological resistance to a majority of mental effectors, and though telepathic messages could be received with difficulty, it was next to impossible for his own thoughts to be read without him willing it. The room remained silent save for his slow breathing, and Paskar was thankful that the others began to turn up for the meeting.<br/><br/>Ahja’nai was a stickler for numbers, that was a known quantity, so their expectations for improved profits was to be expected. The massive crimson alien nodded respectfully, though he wondered how exactly such earnings would be reached in this economy. In almost the same metaphorical breath, Bilroa, a strange sort of creature in his own right would be let go. Paskar did not know them personally and would be sad for their departure if only for the fact that Radius was now down a staffer until a new hire was made.<br/><br/>That is to say if one would be hired with Ahja’nai's desire for higher profits.<br/><br/>None of his fellow coworkers seemed keen on giving forth questions. In fact, Red darted off almost as soon as the meeting properly concluded to start her shift. Paskar shrugged and folded a set of his four arms, casually asking one query in his rumbling bass-filled voice. "The anniversary is coming up." It was said as a matter of fact, and what came next would be as well, save for the final choice words. "Are we expecting a substantial turnout, a whole lot of VIPs? Are you going to be sure to give me a day off beforehand so I'm well-rested for the event?" Paskar's flat, reptilian face gave little away to even a trained eye. That said, even when he lacked the hair to do so, there was a clear eyebrow raised in an accusatory fashion towards his boss.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="634" data-username="@Villains" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/634/">@Villains</a>