FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN: 𝗘𝗻𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗢𝗳 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 [ON HOLD]

Friday [EVENING PT.3]

It was seven thirty when we stopped playing basket ball. I was on the ground sweating, Hex handed me a bottle of water. I couldn't say thank you but I'm sure he got it from the look on my face. "We should get you cleaned up Y/N, after all you do have a night shift yes?" He inquired, I nodded taking sips of the water. 

"Well, whenever your ready! There is a selection of outfits on the second floor. I'll be waiting to drive you there once you've changed." Hex said this with a smile, "Thanks." I replied. He gave a cheery thumbs up then walked off, after a few minutes I did as well.

I walked out of the courtyard and entered through the back door, there was a staircase nearby leading up to the second floor so I took those. Each room had a golden plaque displaying what the rooms we're for, so the dressing room was easy to find.

But of course, this being a mansion the "dressing room" was more like a "dressing house". Hangers, shelves, and mannequins we're everywhere displaying clothes of all types. From refined and professional, to silly and weird. I walked over to the more professional section and picked out a black suit that was around my size.

The shoes to match we're already under it, and it seemed to come with satin gloves. Yes, I was going to look like I was going to a gala... But would I look hot? Hell yes.

I went to one of the booths in the corner and closed the curtains to change, it fit like a glove. The material was comfortable and soft on the inside while remaining sharp on the outside. When I walked out Hex was at the bottom of stairs and gasped when he saw me. "Is it too much?" I asked with a snicker. "Too much? You look like a MIB agent!" Hex exclaimed causing me to laugh, it was too late to change now anyway.

We walked outside to the parking lot and got into Hex's car. It was a Tesla, a bright cyan Tesla to be precise. I have to say, defining colors was a thing in this town. I hopped in with Hex and we drove off towards the club, it didn't take to long only fourteen minutes not counting some mild traffic. Hex parked his car next to Pico's motorcycle and we both got out.

"Wait, your coming to? I thought you we're just dropping me off?" I looked at Hex confused but he just shrugged and said "It's Friday." I didn't think I was going to get anything out of him so I just accepted it and walked into the club with him. 

It was packed to the brim, people everywhere. The only place it wasn't full we're the private booths and some places around the stage. It seemed the show hadn't started yet so everyone was trying to order drinks and food before it became even more crowded. 

I could see Pico's ginger hair from over the crowd, but he spotted us first and waved us over to one of the private booths. Hex and I sat down across from him. "Alright look, Y/N you have to serve a few people. You'll get the lay out of it from Chevret, and Hex you have to go get ready for your 'debut'" Pico said this all with military precision, I just nodded and located the back room where Chevret was barking out orders to the passing waiters/waitresses. 

He turned and looked at me then frowned disapprovingly. "You're late." He commented, "least I showed up right?" I laughed nervously when he didn't seem to be amused. Talk about a tough crowd. Without a word he handed me a paper with the orders written on them, then pointed to the trays of food and drinks that we're already set. I immediately got to work, serving multiple people not noticing Hex being set up on the stage...