Birthright

“No, actually,” he held up a finger and dropped the remote control in the process. It bounced off his kneecap and into Theresa’s turf, “I got a job at Ragnarok. You are looking at the club’s newest bouncer. I had to wheel and deal with the boss on my uniform. She actually suggested a jewel-encrusted speedo. I had to convince her that it would be taking the word ‘bouncer’ way too literally. Balls just…” He made a hand-to-hand juggling motion. “Flying around.” He squinted an eye. “You know, I think she may have just been fucking with me, now that I’m telling you this. Anyway, once D finds out I’m employed, she’ll shit a brick.”