The man was light...but...muscular, although it was a little odd she had helped the man up into his "home" and watched as he made himself comfortable there upon the card mat of boxes.<br/><br/>However when he made the statement:<br/><br/>"Your real name is Jeanette St.Cruix, You haven't been called that for many years but you know that is your real name.....My name is Maeliki and I was an angel, I want to only protect you from the beings that wish to abduct you and rape you. I know this sounds ridiculous but I can swear that it is the truth......I need to rest though first...If you wait for me, I will prove my accusations without doubt! give me three hours and I will be right as rain!"<br/><br/>Jean looked at the man in utter disbelief, her blue eyes seemed to get kinder as she gave a gentle smile, and she knelt down and gave a soft chuckle.<br/><br/>"I'll be whoever you want me to be...But, truth is I'm just me...kay?" yup, the man was a lunatic, but she felt bad for the guy and still felt like she owed him and so it was sympathy, and understanding of what it was like there on the streets, that she pulled a 20 dollar bill from her pocket and gave him her taxi card with her cellphone number upon it. "Just call me Jean okay? Cuz if you call me by...uh whoever you say I am, I'll probably hang up..." she held the money and card out for him and closed his hands about the items before she stood and made her way back out of the building.<br/><br/>When she got to her cab though, she locked the doors and let out a breath she hadn't been aware she had been holding. God, that was crazy, whatever that man had been dealt in life it must of been hard for him to start making up these stories, he could of also been a druggie or something...Rubbing her face she started her cab and looked at the time. Awesome...Day just started and she had no fair to show for it and her time was almost up before she had to finish this shift ad work her second job.<br/><br/><br/>It had been about 5 hours after the incident, Jean hadn't forgotten about the man, he had been in her mind for most of the shift at Club Coco Gonzo, she was getting the tables cleaned and the Lobby floor cleaned as well. Her long hair was in a loose ponytail while she cleaned. Her white t shirt was stained from the dirt and other filth that was left over from Every night  at the Club. In 30 minutes she would be heading back to the staff break room bathroom to change into her bartending clothes before the club officially opened.<br/><br/>It was when she had taken a breather, head tilted back and gripping the mop, that she had heard the front door ring. Casting a glance she saw a man, he appeared to be in his late twenties, long blond hair tied back and piercing eyes...the color was way off so she automatically assumed he was wearing contacts.<br/><br/>"Just lovely..." that's all he said, his deep voice rolling across the empty space of the lobby and echoing off of the black and red tiled floors. Even though his statement wasn't directed to her persay, it made her skin crawl. Standing, straighter Jean cleared her throat.<br/><br/>"Sir...Club CG doesn't open until 5...It's. Only 4:40...If you could wait outside the line will start at 5:30 when entrance in permitted," she should of technically been back in the room changing already, but when it came to cleaning she had difficulties keeping track, especially when her mind was on the events that took place. Joe and Mac didn't come in until around 5:15 because they were lazy, and they were the bouncers...they should be here first. Not her. Jean straightened as the man appeared to ignore her and step down the few steps to the lobby floor. His unnatural azure eyes observed the fake silk padded walls and the DJ stage set up framed by Greek like pillars.<br/><br/>"Where is your Manager?..." good question. But, since this guy was creeping her out she didn't wish to mention that Henry had run out to restock the alcohol shelves. Jean prayed that he would be back, walking through that door any minute.<br/><br/>"He's in the back doing books," the man looked to her then and she instantly took a step back bumping into the bucket of cleaning solution and nearly slipping on the now wet tile. That smile, the man smiled, his smile was one that seemed to show that he knew she was lying and that was enough to make her start to shake at the knees, her throat going dry.