BabyBoy

Standing tall at six foot two, the origin of BabyBoy’s moniker remains a mystery. Like his enigmatic past, it is a secret known only to his countenance. As for his occupation, one might loosely place it within the realm of entertainment—or more specifically, escort services—though he reveals little beyond that.

He moves through the city’s clubs with ease, frequenting both the well-known and those tucked away in the shadows. A proud former resident of Georgia, his distinctive southern drawl carries through the air at the MacArthur Bar, where he assists in escorting out patrons who cross the line of propriety. Though he begrudgingly agreed to the standard uniform of shirt and pants, he remains steadfast in his refusal to part with his signature glitter eyeshadow. A compromise was eventually reached, allowing him to keep this small but essential part of his persona.

Those who have dared to pass judgment on this affectation have learned the hard way not to. His father, an avid amateur boxer, ensured his son was well-equipped to defend himself—lessons BabyBoy has never forgotten.