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Chapter 7 by MidbossMan MidbossMan

Next, assign a bouncer

Make Bugs the bouncer

Everything about playing the part of a bouncer seemed like a natural fit for Bugs, Robin thought. In a way, she was already sort of Fortuna's heavy back at the Soldiers of Fortune camp-- working the same sort of role here wouldn't be any different. The girl was just a natural guard dog, Robin thought. The only part about the decision that stood out as a little off to her was the fit of the suit-- it ended up so tight on Bugs that she'd flexed the arms off of it as soon as she tried to slip into the jacket. "Well, that's no problem," Robin reminded herself. "A peek at the biceps just makes her more intimidating!"

Bugs rubbed at her jaw thoughtfully, pushing away another string of drool as she watched the new customers walk about the casino floor. Most of them seemed to be minding their manners. "You know, I sort of thought things would be different, working here at the casino instead of at the ol' camp. Turns out, it ain't actually all that different from what I was already doing! Maybe there's only one role out there that fits yours truly, eh, Redd?" she questioned, giving her new boss another tight grin.

"But you do like what you do, don't you?" Robin questioned.

"Well, sure, mate. I wouldn't have done it for so long if I didn't. Just gets me feeling all philosopic-like. Like are we bound to our nature, or do we make our own choices, can we change? Ain't life all just going in a big circle? Am I the one imposing my will on others, or is the one I'm imposing on with all me bluster and bravado meself? You know?"

"It sounds like you've been doing a lot of thinking since you left the Soldiers, ha ha ha..."

"Yeah. Too much for a gal like me. Hey, I can throw somebody out if I spot em cheating at the poker table, right?"

"Oh, yeah. That's the main thing to throw them out for!"

"Just the thing to get me head right," Bugs chortled, then began lumbering towards the table. "Alright, mate! Empty out them pockets!" She clapped her hands together thunderously, begging the attention of the table. Robin smiled and left her to it.

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