Ollie slid a pair of sunglasses down his snout as he stood out front of the Silk, a local nightclub that he bounced for occasionally. Today was an exceptionally frustrating night, absolutely full of unqualified people trying to sneak their way into the club, and the komodo dragon was quickly losing his patience with tonight's clientele. The latest bozo that he had to deal with was a short, sniveling little meerkat, whom he had already bounced twice today for "forgetting" his ID, then bringing one that was so painfully obviously not him that it almost got Oliver to chuckle.


A weak, trembling hand emerged from the hoodie that the meerkat was wearing, offering up something that at least looked accurate on the face of it. "H-here you are. For real this time." came the mongoose's voice as Oliver snatched the ID out of his hand, bringing it up to his eye level to scrutinize it for a little bit. Age checked out, photo, everything looked okay…but there was just something off about it. The way it felt in his hand. It didn't feel real to him. In fact, he probably could just…


Ollie reached a hand up towards the meerkat with his ID in the palm, ostensibly to give it back; but just as the meerkat reached for it…those strong reptilian fingers folded inward, CRUNCHing the fake up like the hobby-printed, paper-thin plastic that was. Almost immediately, before the meerkat could get away, he reached out with his other hand, grabbing the cheat by his collar and lifting him up in the air like the scoundrel he was. "Nice try. But you've wasted enough of my time now, jackass." Oliver rumbled in a deep, threatening voice, accentuating every one of his words with a squeeze of the meerkat’s collar.


"A-agh! Okay! You got me! Just, let me go, and you won't see me ever again…" the meerkat started to beg, writhing around in the bouncer's grip and attempting to extricate himself from Oliver's hand, or at least make his hold a little less tight. He continued to plead for a few moments, before Oliver cut him off by tugging him forward. "Save it for my stomach, dumbass-"


Before the meerkat could object or really even process what Oliver had said, the bouncer had yanked him forward, the komodo dragon opening up his toothy, reptilian maw and shoving the kat straight inside! The monitor's jaws clamped shut instantly over the back of the meerkat's head, smothering the cries and struggles of the mongoose as he started to hork down the annoying little wench. Oliver winced as he felt the…unique flavor of the meerkat spread across his forked tongue…these troublemakers always had a sort of spice to them that was not always pleasant. But, Oliver had downed far worse before, and despite the clasped paws that were currently bapping against his blunt snout, there was no chance this meeting wouldn't end with a filled, squirmy komodo gut…


By now, the meerkat realized what was going on, and to put it simply, he was not a fan. Oliver's breath was incredibly pungent and warm, and that factor along with the constant movement around him and the slimy wetness of the bouncer's mouth was already starting to make him feel a bit nauseous. Which just made it easier for Oliver to shove more of the mongoose into his mouth, biting down every now and again with his teeth; not really to hurt or threaten the meerkat, but more just to keep him as in place as possible before he took a swallow, instantly sucking another third of his meal into his mouth and pushing the meerkat's head into slimy lizard gullet. Tight, unyielding, and eager to suck down the squirmy meal into a caustic, stinking chamber only fit for the most annoying patrons!


It was at this point that Oliver noticed another person out of the corner of his eye. A quite terrified-looking poodle, fur dyed a deep navy blue; but a face that Oliver recognized at the very least, and somebody he had allowed in several times. So, as nonchalantly as he could, Oliver stepped aside, pointing a thumb towards the door behind him as he tipped his head back and took another, much louder and more drawn-out swallow, almost as if he was trying to show off to the nervous poodle that quickly shuffled by him and into the club! At least most of the meerkat in his pouch-like throat was starting to disappear behind his staff shirt, though that same shirt would most likely be riding up on his tan gut once everything was said and done. Ah well. His break was coming soon, anyway…


With the twitching paws and tail of the troublemaker still sticking out of his cavernous mouth, Oliver turned around and headed back into the club himself. The pounding beats from the speaker system immediately ratcheted up in strength when he opened the door, something that always pissed Ollie off a little bit whenever he transitioned from inside to outside of the club…damn noise always gave him a killer headache. At least it was a bit quieter in the staff room. As Oliver turned off into a side hallway, he signaled to one of the other bouncers that flanked the entrance…though, what was sticking out of his mouth was probably more than enough of a signal for the tiger to understand him! Oliver's break lined up perfectly with this incident, but bouncers were also actively discouraged from bouncing while having clearly eaten someone. It was just a little bit too effective at scaring away customers…!