- The Bakery Night Club, 2016-
'Hey Dean, where's Lucas, doesn't his shift start soon?' Clark asked the bartender. The barkeep, drinks in hand, skillfully dodged one of the other workers bent over restocking. Handing the drinks to Clark, a playful smirk as Dean shook his head. 'You know that man is a damn mystery and a half, that's what that M stands for.' A running joke, but one with truth to it. Lucas appeared not too long after being mentioned, slipping in unseen through the back entrance. He had been doing some side jobs for SHIELD lately, it was nice to be back in a familiar environment. Combat always suited him, not that he didn't enjoy dancing at the club. That didn't make it 'home'.

█ ""Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a particularly shapely ass to go shake for money." "

— "Lucas Bishop, 2018. DBNR."

"Who stained the bloody-f***in soldier costume?! I was gonna use that!" Lucas yelled to everyone and no one. The dressing room was scattered with men coming in and out, some more dressed than others. 'Haven't you heard Lucas, some like their beefcakes a little extra moist.' There was a low roar of chuckles and laughter. Lucas, at a loss, just joined in the jubilance. They were good guys and gals the people that worked there, it was why he kept showing up. 'Where were you today hm Lucas? Breakfast with the Queen and mid-day shopping in Dubai?' The running joke was that because no one knew what Lucas did outside of the club... The boys had taken to coming up with the most outlandish things they could come up with. 'No, he was helping fix the orbital space station!' one called out. "Fellas, fellas, I'll tell you straight up... I'm assisting SHIELD in their skirmishes in Latveria." The entire dressing room erupted in laughter, as did Lucas. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a particularly shapely ass to go shake for money." Lucas tossed the last of his backup fireman outfit on and exited through the door toward the stage.

"Oi Laura, you got that file I sent you right?" Lucas whispered to the DJ who was backstage texting someone. The preset mix plays over the sound system. 'Yeah,' she said without looking up. 'You put way more effort into your routine than you need to ya know.' "Yes I am aware but we must have a bit of fun while at work, anyway we can. Isn't that right Ms. Wattpad in 2018." 'Hey, shut up!' he smirked at her screen. Lucas would mark that as a victory. 'Think you'll keep it up, the whole Twerk Tuesday thing? It's cute, it could catch on.' Lucas was stretching as his movements seemed to push out his words. "Eh, who knows... I just want to enjoy myself at the end of the day. Maybe put a smile on a face or two."

'And money...' she chuckled. "And money yes... Welp, showtime. Play my sh*t Lady L." he said sporting a toothy grin. 'I told you not to call me that...' she dipped around the curtain before he could respond. 'Ladies and Gents, Twerk Tuesday has officially begun and to start us off, the holiday's creator... Lucas Bishop! Don't worry if you get a little too hot, he's well prepared." City Girls faded in, the curtain was pulled back, and Lucas got to work. Twerk Tuesday was a staple at Bakery ever since.