Evony finished packing her bag and grabbing her work bag. She all ways had a few extra odds and ends in her locker, in case she'd forgotten something at work. Tonight was a cabaret/saloon theme night, and she had to wear the most gad awful dress and head get-up. She worked at The Cat Scratch, a mostly fetish themed strip club in town, with a big name, and a great crowd every night. She wouldn't hate the get-up so much, except that it was emerald green per request from one of Evony's regulars.<br/><br/>"Come on Marcus, quit bitching and show Mr. Popularity around. Play wing man if you hate it so much." She brushed off his jibes. She knew that he hated being alone, he hated not having her around, and that he truly despised what she did for work. But unless Marcus planned on getting himself a real job and supporting her, Evony wasn't quitting. The money was too damned good. Plus, internally, she really enjoyed the attention. She had never thought of herself and particularly good looking, so getting paid for being so was all ways nice. Unlike the rest of the bitches she worked for, you could look, but you couldn't touch. There was no price from her soul. Not one any sane human would pay.<br/><br/>She packed up her things and started walking down 10th, not really paying mind to the SUV's parked out front. She called good-bye to the guys and continued about her way work tonight was going to be fun. She knew it. "I love cowboys..." she lamented to herself.