A Most Grotesque Display (jobros x fem!reader circus au)

2- my smile is extinct

~later in the night~

"im not too sure, she did look kinda like you... maybe he really was confused." hermes suggested, taking a sip of her beer.

"dont you dare take his side in this, hermit!" (y/n) slurred, tipping over slightly as she pointed to her friend.

"for the tenth time, its 'hermes', and youre extremely drunk." she mumbled, nudging the magician back to her normal sitting position.

hermes sat her empty glass onto the bar counter after chugging it all in one go, calling over the bartender to fill her glass once more. "im just saying, you both had (h/l) length, (h/c) hair and had (s/c) skin. you know how easily confused he gets when under the influence. hell, he mistook a blonde woman for caesar once."

low, incomprehensible mumbles hummed inside (y/n)s throat, most likely ones of agitation from the subject. it was almost as if she agreed for a split second, face lifting to show a slight expression of grief before contorting back to anger.  "... stupid face and pretty black hair, stupid hug and his stupid face, his stupid face...."

"you just said 'his stupid face' three times now. are you sure you dont wanna head back for the night?" hermes laughed, eyeing (y/n)s sluggish demeanor as she once again began to tip forward to lay her head on the bar.

"im okie-dokie~! have you seen speedies hat collection? its superrrr prettyyy..." (y/n) giggled, not noticing her sudden mood change.

hermes sighed, quickly downing what was left of her drink before standing from her bar stool to stretch. "come on, youre clearly out of it. lets head back to the circus so we can help pack everything up."

"circus? im no clown, herpes, i dont go to no circus..." the magician mumbled, standing up from her stool before stumbling into hermes arms.

"im sorry, did you just call me herpes?" she laughed, bringing one of her arms around her shoulder for support. "you need to sober up before you call everyone else something ridiculous, im not having you call caesar 'queso' again..."

~back at the circus~

"what do you think is taking them so long?" gyro mumbled, helping luca, a clown that assisted him during his performances, lift a box into the corner of the main tent.

"maybe (y/n) was finally able to handle more alcohol this time." caesar hummed, sitting inside a cage with a lock on it.

"hey, you dont get to talk yet. youre still in time out." speedwagon barked from the entrance, arms folded. "you jeopardized todays performance to hang out with some random pretty boy and do god knows what, you heathen. sit there and think about what youve done."

"this is sludges old cage, its disgusting! at least give me a clean one!"

"absolutely not. bad caesars go in the nasty time out cage."

bucciarati stepped into the main tent with some papers tucked underneath his arm, counting the heads of everyone in the area before finding he was short two people. "i have the plans for our next move. wheres hermes and (y/n)?"

"still out drinking. either that, or theyre on their way here." avdol hummed with a slight smile, folding the fabric of the collapsed smaller tents into small squares before stuffing them into a box. "(y/n)s a bit of a lightweight, so theyre usually back in an hour or so."

right on que, a very familiar magician dressed in a traditional black and white suit finished with a tailcoat was seen stumbling into the circus tent, hermes walking in right after her with her top hat on her head. "hellooo everyone~!"