“I’m beginning to see that.”
After we finished getting the delivery put away, Cap went into the office to try and get a handle on the day-to-day business stuff. Scorpio pretty much ran the club from what I’ve seen from hanging around here. The guys all took turns working in the club as bouncers and sometimes even bartenders when they were shorthanded, but Scorpio was here day in and day out.
“Hey, kid.” I looked up to see Fish standing outside my opened door.
“Hey, Fish.”
He grinned. “Finally, someone who calls me by my fucking actual road name.”
I laughed, knowing the guys called him different species of fish instead of just Fish. At first, I was confused by them calling him by a different name every time, but then I caught onto it. It was funny as hell, but I didn’t think he would appreciate it coming from someone who wasn’t his brother.
“You want to help me go through the lost and found shit? Not sure what all we will find in there, but Big Sandy said it’s getting full, and that it was Brooklyn’s job to sort through all the shit.”
“Sure, I’ll help.” I shrugged. “Big Sandy didn’t want to go through it or something?”
Fish grinned. “Nah, not after she found a fake pussy in there. She said never again. Apparently, someone had used it while watching the girls. Brooklyn took over doing it because she had to take more breaks to get off her feet for the baby. She did request that we buy her some gloves, though.”
I was beginning to think saying yes to this job was a mistake. “It can’t be that bad. The used toy had to be a fluke, right?”
Fish shrugged. “I guess we are about to find out.”
We went behind the bar and found that the lost and found box was, in fact, overflowing with stuff. Fish handed me some latex gloves and pulled out a pair for himself as well. “You ready?”
“I guess.”
We started sorting through the box.
The shit you find in a lost and found box at a strip club was next level, other world type shit. The craziest thing we saw was a huge dildo with a pair of dentures stuck in it. “What the fuck is this?” Fish asked, holding the toy up for me to see.
I laughed at the sight and shook my head. “I’m not even sure I want to know.”
“Me neither, kid.” He laughed. “Hey, Cap, get your ass out here, man!” he yelled so Cap could hear him from the office.
“What’s up, Anchovy?”
“Take a look at this.” He held up the dentured dong for Cap to see.
“You’re joking.”
“Nah, man. No wonder Brooklyn asked for gloves.” He laughed. “I mean, why the fuck would anyone give head to a dildo, and why the fuck would they bite down on it?”
We all cringed at the image that question brought to mind. “Not even sure I want to know, Buffalo.”
“None of us do,” Fish piped in. “Hey, wait… why are you calling me a Buffalo?”
“It’s a type of fish.”
“Seriously?”
Cap grinned. “Yup.”
Fish shrugged his shoulders. “Guess there’s worse fish you could’ve called me.”
“Oh, I’m saving those for later.” Cap winked but stayed around as we looked through the rest of the box. We laughed at the trucker hat we found. It had a cartoon pinup girl on it, and it said honk if you love headlights.
“Hey, look at this.” Fish pulled a key chain out of the box and held it up for Cap to see. “Scorpio must have lost his key.”
“Aren’t you going to see him later with Scales?”
