Never Trust A Human (Reader x Lloyd) Re-done

Ch.12

Warning: This is a nightmare, and will have some sensitive feelings. If it doesn't feel like it is and comment about it, don't. This is just in case it is sensitive and you don't want to read it that's fine. At least I tried.

As usual, the bar was filled with dumbasses. Why do I call the customers that? It was because-

Before that thought could be finished, a drunken man jumped onto one of the tables and yelled, "Come and get yer laave!" And then jumped, thinking sombody was gonna catch him, only to land flat on the ground.

I cringed, wondering what that guy was thinking. That's gotta hurt. Today was just another day at work, nothing new. I was sitting behind the counter, with my hand holding my head up while watching the chaos unfold with a bored expression. After a year or so of this, you get used to it. The place was filled with chatter, and flying glass. Good thing it wasn't my turn to clean tonight. I would've been screwed. My boss came in, shoving alcoholic drinks into my hands. "Here, give these to table 6 over there."

Since I wasn't expecting the drinks, I almost dropped one of the mugs, but somehow I managed to get a grip on it. Then Chuck started snapping in front of my face, saying, "Come on Y/n come on! Lunch hour is near, and we're down two workers!"

"Alright, I'm going I'm going." I muttered

He turned away, pushing the back door open, yelling, "Pete! Where the hell are ya?!"

I looked out into the sea of drunk disappointments, dreading the idea of going through it while trying not to spill 4 drinks. Oni serum don't fail me now! I held my breath and dived in, avoiding armpits and fists. A leg was coming towards me, so I slid underneath it and kept moving, like a boss. Then an elbow was inches away from my face, and me thinking that I was going to get hit, I moved back, only to bump into one of the motorcycle men. One of the cups I was holding was now one the floor, and the liquid substance was on his back now. Oh shit.

Being the genius that I am, I quickly dissappeared from his view before he could see that it was me. Hopefully Chuck won't get on my case about that. The biker, looked around to see who it was, only to grab a random guy and punched him square in the face, "Don't touch me!"

And to think that could've been me. Finally, I got to table six. I put the drinks down, knowing what they were gonna say about the missing drink. But before they could, I ran, leaving them behind and left as quickly as I could so the people who ordered couldn't ridicule me for bringing only three drinks instead of four. Curses were thrown, and puke was pouring, urg gross. I pushed and dodged drunks like as if there was no tomorrow. Past everybody else, I could see my co-worker, Pete fend off fellow customers from crawling over the counter, trying to get to the wall of drinks. He whacked a guy in the head with a mop, before waving at me.

"Y/n! Over here! There's an opening!" He yelled from across the chaos.

Opening? What- oh. I nodded, seeing what he meant by that. I took a deep breath, and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I pushed a person into another, and jumped over an sleeping man who was sucking his thumb. Was that Greg? But I didn't have time to confirm it, because the opening was being closed by the bodies of people. No! It's not my time yet! This isn't how I was suppose to die! With the last bit of juice I had, I sprinted, jumped over a table, and kept running. I thought I was gonna make it, the counter was within my sight, but right before I could even touch it, my waist got caught in the opening, holding me back. "No! I'm too young to get eaten!"

My body was slowly being dragged back into the crowd. I struggled and tried to stretch my arm to grab the counter but to no avail. I could feel the sweat through their shirts, gross "Pete! Help me!"