He’d been inside the “club” for about an hour now, unenthusiastically throwing a dollar bill onto the stage every so often just to avoid suspicion. Amos wasn’t here to watch anyone strip, nor was he interested in paying anyone for their company. Tonight, he was there for information, anything that he could bring back to the force and convince them to put him on a proper case regarding the mafia for once. Gretchen Bletchley - he didn’t know much about her, other than the fact that he read in the files that she’d been the one to discover Eliza. Dead. Only really looking up when he finally saw the one he’d been waiting for out of the corners of his eyes, Amos pushed himself off of his seat and walked towards Gretchen, wallet in his hand.
“How much for a private dance?”
There were weird men who came to Nag’s, and then there were weird men. Gretchen had had the pleasure and delight in dealing with the both of them, and found it to be in her best interest to avoid those pleasures anddelights whenever she could. Of course she’d noticed him, sitting alone, disinterested, looking tired. She knew who he was - how could she not? It was his passed wife, after all, that she’d stumbled upon one dark night after work. She’d not told anyone, however, that accompanying that body was a figure with red hands and a murder on their conscience. Gretchen knew who killed Eliza Diggory, knew who this Amos Diggory would go after given the chance, and she knew that if she told him, she’d lose her favourite play thing.
So, naturally, she was not entirely eager to find him requesting her services. Crouching at the side of the stage, Gretchen took his face in between a thumb and forefinger, studiously turning it from either side slowly. And after a moment, “For you, love?” Her eyes locked onto his as she fought with herself to offer an outrageously expensive session, or to simply decline him, or… something. It was another moment before she let go of his face, slipped off the stage, and nodded towards the hallway with the back rooms before making off in that direction herself. “Depends on what you want. Handsy and dirty come at an extra price - but I can do whatever you like, babe.”
