Name: Cross
Age: 19
Height: 5'11"
Apearance:

Bio: When he was younger, fifteen, he was forced onto the streets by his parents. After spending nearly a year on the streets, a drug dealer took him in, only to force him to work for him at a night club as a cage dancer. After he turned 18 the man "promoted" him to a stripper/pole dancer.

Edit:
Personality: Cross doesn't take crap from anyone. He's stuborn and at times can come off as being cold when he doesn't mean to be.

Name: Jesse (any last name needed?) ><
Age: (Just turned) 18
Height....Uhm, again smalller then him? xD
Appearance: Like this huney
Bio: He has lived a happy life, well, most of the time. But recently his parents died in a car crash, just the day before he turned 18. So he had a couple of rough days behind his back.
Personality: He's a creative and open minded person and cheerfull most of the time. He's not very good in actin like he's okay though.
(More will be revealed xD)

Music pulsed through the club as the croud watched, cheered, and drank throughout the club.
There was three poles on a stage that connected to a bar, the middle bar was taken by a red haired man with dark brown eyes named Cross. He twirled around the pole, pulling himself against him, and flipping upside down on it. What's with all these guys? He thought to himself as he looked at the 'regular' customers, Dont they have anything better to do then come here every night?

"Come on guys! Don't!" The brunnete exclaimend as two of his friends were dragging him into the club. "Guys, I know you are trying to cheer me up but just let me-" He tried to get away. The two guys giggled lightly. "Come on Jes, it'll be fine." He said shushing the younger boy. "Besides we didn't give you your birthday present yet." The other one smirked. And as soon as they released him in a chair, he tried to get away again, but was pulled back. "Aww, guys, plea-" "Just take Jess and sit down" He said. The younger male, Jesse, sat down, pouting though.

Cross smirked as he watched a flustered looking young man being forced into a chair. Must be a first timer. He thought as he slid down the pole, leaning back as he arched his back.

Jesse tried sneaking away, but was pulled back again. "Guys just-" "Just sit and stay." The boy grumbled and stayed in his seat as he sighed, not wanting to be there at all.

Ah, I know. It must be his birthday or something. Cross thought to himself as he jumped up high on the pole and hung upside down for a moment before starting to slid back down.
A dancer on the other side of Cross slid from the pole and walked over to the flustered young man.
"Hi there hunny," The dancer said with a smile, "I haven't seen you around here before. Is it your birthday?"
That guy always was quick to get the new ones. Cross thought as he watched them curiously.

Jesse's face flushed a little and he nodded as the dancer asked him if it was his birthday. His two friends just smirked and Jesse sunk a little into his chair.

The dancer grinned, "Hey, do you like red heads?" He motioned to the man in the middle pole, "Cross is one of our best dancers."
Why's he pointing at me? Cross wondered.

"I guess so" Jesse replied bluntly and looked at the redhead, his blush remaining on his face.

The dancer smiled and walked back up to the stage, "Cross! Cross c'mer!"
"What?" Cross asked as he slid off the pole and came over to him.
"We've got a birthday boy that likes red heads." He grinned.
So I was right about his birthday. Cross thought
"Why don't you go give him the birthday special?"
"Did he actually ask, or are you just volenteering people again?" Cross asked as he looked up at the brunette.

[Is he talking to Jesse? xD]

Jesse looked over at his friends pleadingly, but they just shook their head. "Aww" He pouted again, sinking some deeper into the chair.

((Dancer guy at the moment lol))
"I'm shocked Cross! You honestly think I--"
"Oh shut up, I'll do it if it means not listening to your whinning." Cross hissed at the dancer as he jumped off the stage.
The other dancer smirked as he waved at him and climbed back up onto the stage.
"Hi there hun," Cross said with a forced smile as he slid onto the brunettes lap, "I hear its your birthday."

"Ah uhm, hi" Jesse said, shrinking a little as the redhead slid onto his lap and blusing a deep crimson. He nodded lightly.

"Do you have any special request?" He asked as he looked in his eyes, "Lap dance? Strip tease?"

Since Jesse was not able to form a real sentence, is friend took over. "Just do whatever you feel like" He winked. "Hey Jes, we'll be over there if you need us" They both smirked before sitting some further away.

Cross got up and straddled the Brunettes lap, "What's your name hun?"

"Uhm...Jesse..." The boy answerd, still looking a bit flushed.

"Jesse huh?" He said as he ran his hand through the boys hair as he started to move against him, "Tell me something Jesse, what kind of guy's your type?"

((omg lol!))

Jesse flushed and thought about it. "I..uhm...I don know" He never has had a boyfriend actually.

"You don't know your own type?" He asked with a smirk and he leaned closer to him as if he were going to kiss him.
"Cross!" An older looking man barked as he walked past him, "You're on the pole tonight, thats it! Got it?!"
Anger quickly flickered across Cross's face. He turned to the man and smiled as if nothing was wrong, "Yes sir."

"Eck!" Jesse squeeked lightly as heard someone yelling, he wasn't a big fan of much noise. He sunk back in the chair.

"Maybe I'll see you again kid," Cross said with a smirk as he kissed his cheek.

"I guess" Jesse replied, blushing so hard he would be ably to hide in a box of tomatoes.

Cross walked over to the stage and claimed his pole once again, wondering if he really would see the brunette again.