FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN: 𝗘𝗻𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗢𝗳 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 [ON HOLD]

Friday [DAYTIME PT.2]

The boy pointed his gun on me, whatever thoughts that this was a prop we're long gone by now. 'Would he shoot me?' I wondered beginning to sweat. The people that we're talking to him noticed me and backed away, breaking off into the smaller groups that we're around the club. Thanks a lot randos.

There was a charged moment of silence between us, was he waiting for me to speak? I wasn't sure but I did anyway. "H-hey..." I waved slightly, he snickered a little. Although this wasn't very funny, this was a little traumatic.

"Seriously? 'Hey?' that's all you have to say?" He asked, he didn't lower his gun but he seemed to find this situation funny. If that was the case then I'd roll with it until he wasn't holding me at gunpoint.

"Well you'd be nervous to if a carrot head was holding you at gunpoint." I replied, he burst out laughing. "Carrot head? Is that the best you can do?" he sneered, jumping down from the stage and walking up to me. We we're around the same height, him only being an inch taller but it wasn't very noticeable. 

"I could do better, but I'm not here to battle anyone. I'm just here for a job." I shrugged, the boy seemed to relax a bit. He lowered his gun but his finger was still on the trigger, I had a feeling he wasn't going to remove it. "Oh, well that explains why a normie like you would even be here." 

"Watch it punk." I retorted, he just smiled. "You came to the right place then. We need new employees anyway." He spun his gun rapidly with his finger, explaining the situation and what would be needed if I wanted to work here.

"Quick question, do you own the place or something?" I asked, he raised an eyebrow at me. "Hell no. Daddy Dearest owns it." He replied with a straight face. I stared at him. 'Daddy... Dearest?' I thought 'He sounds like a pimp...' 

"Why Daddy though?" I was generally interested in why this person would choose this name, or if his parents actually named him that. "Better question, why not Daddy?" He had a point. Although the name in itself was giving off the wrong vibes, the kind of vibes that make you wanna hide. 

"Speaking of names, what's yours?" He asked, I snapped back to reality and processed the question. "Oh right- I'm Y/N. What's yours?" I held out my hand, he just stared at it then placed the barrel of the gun in my hand causing me to shake it. "Pico. Remember it." He smirked, this guy was cocky I had to say. "Oh it'd be a shame if I forgot it." 

For the remainder of the time we discussed job options, and I got too know a little about Pico. Not much, but a little. At the moment we we're sitting at one of the booths nearby the stage, a light was shining through the window so it hit the cocobolo table perfectly. One of the waiters just randomly handed us a drink, I accepted it of course free drinks are free drinks.

"So what time would I be starting if I was a waiter/waitress?" I asked sipping the lemonade that was handed to me. "Around five PM if you don't want a lot of the chaos, but if you want to participate in the rap battles then eight PM." He replied not touching his drink yet. "You can participate in rap battles? Wouldn't that get you fired?" I inquired, usually if you went messing around with people you'd get fired instantly.

"Nope. In this place, we influence it. Everyone should be able to participate shift or no shift." I let that sink in, those we're some wise but rebellious words. Because where I'm from I'd get fired in a heartbeat. "Well, until you decide here's my number." Pico handed me a blank card with his number neatly written on it. I took it and nodded, about to get up but then suddenly remembering...

The hotel.

"Something wrong?" He asked glancing at me. "Yeah uh- actually... I need this job. Like now, I kind of decided to stay at a hotel and said I'd pay in the morning and now I have to pay them five hundred dollars but then I'd be bro-" Pico held up his hand causing me to stop. "Go pay them off, get your stuff, you can stay with one of my friends."