Oh My God, They Were Roommates

[ 27 ] Mm Whatchya Say

Warning: Transphobia, slurs, violence

Killua spent all of work in the presence of nameless men and women. There was a bachelorette party that night in the VIP section and two private sessions in, Killua felt like the music just wasn't sitting right with him. It felt like he was at a club and didn't know any of the songs, the lyrics— none of it .

None of it was working for him when his brain was working around the clock, thinking about Gon-fucking-Freecss .

Killua went to the bar for another shot and there, he found Chrollo sitting with one foot propped up on the spokes of a stool, sipping a gin and tonic. Killua sighed dramatically as he came to stand beside Chrollo, and when he sighed again, Chrollo rose an eyebrow at him.

Killua pouted like he did for customers. Chrollo rolled his eyes and raised a hand out to flag Leorio down.

"Tough night?" Chrollo asked.

"Sort of," Killua said, hand on his hip. "I just did a vibe check and—"

"This night just isn't making the cut, huh," he concluded, and Killua conceded with it.

Leorio arrived, the makings of a Malibu and coke in his hands. He poured the glass and slid it over to Killua, who took one sip and offered a thumbs up as compensation. Leorio put a hand on his hip and glared at Chrollo, and Chrollo tipped him for Killua's sake.

Leorio took the cash with a huff and shook it at Killua, saying, "Just 'cause you're lovesick doesn't mean you don't tip a man."

"Lovesick?" Chrollo repeated, an eyebrow raised.

Killua narrowed his eyes and said, "And how would you know if I'm ' lovesick '? I've got a pretty stellar RBF, dude."

"Yeah, and no one comes to my bar sighing like that unless they're lamenting a loved one," Leorio said.

"We're in a strip club ," Killua cried, indignant. "I can sigh however I want!"

"Yeah, and do it around people who'll pay for it. Now skedaddle, hotshot," Leorio said with a snap of his fingers, and Killua groaned, lifting his drink from the bar.

Chrollo took an idle sip of his gin before swiveling around in his chair to watch Killua walk off. "Feel free to take a night off—there's no shortage of replacements."

"Is that a subtle indication that you can kick me to the curb whenever?" Killua said, turning back to him with a hand on his cocked him.

"It's just me saying that some nights are better spent at home watching Netflix. And please, Silver—as if I could replace you," Chrollo said and with that, turned back around to prop his elbow up on the bar and pretend he hadn't just thrown Killua for a loop.

Killua made a mental tally of his profits that evening and, in the mental math of figuring out groceries and rent, decided that he could afford to spend the rest of the night at home. Thank God for bachelorette parties , he thought as he left to the back room and busied himself with changing and packing away any used lingerie from that evening.

As he waited for his Uber to arrive, his mind was back on the same path as before, the one that made every song feel off-beat and the lyrics gibberish.

Of the things he expected Gon to do, kiss him certainly wasn't on the list.

Killua put a thumb to his bottom lip, the edge of a smirk tugging at them. If I knew he'd do that, I wouldn't have even needed espresso for tonight , he thought, still buzzing with energy. The root cause of it all was Gon's unexpected kiss.