Ghiaccio walked up to the building he worked at, he silently prayed to himself as he walked in to notice a naked man standing behind the counter of the bar area. The man quickly turned around at the sound of the bell ringing and began running up to Ghiaccio on all four. "Ghia!" He shouted excitedly with his abnormally long tongue hanging out, Ghiaccio screeched as he put on White Album and froze the dog wannabe's limbs to the ground. Secco whined as he tried to tug his limbs out of the ice, Ghiaccio was breathing rapidly and clutched his chest as he let the ice melt and took White Album off.
"What the hell, Secco?!" He shouted making the purple-eyed man whine and back into a chair, "Go put on some clothes!" Secco then ran into the back room and grabbed the closest clothing close to him, he quickly put the jacket on and crawled back to the blue-haired man. "That's better at least... where's your uniform?" "Master Cioccolata lets me keep Oasis on or run around naked," Secco said with a giggle, Ghiaccio angrily sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, the owner of the club was Cioccolata, and the bar was called "Green Day Strip Club".
It was usually Stand Users that came into the strip club but they still had to be cautious of non Stand Users walking into the bar. Ghiaccio walked into the locker room and changed into his uniform which was a blue fishnet shirt and a pair of black leather pants. He angrily stomped into Cioccolata's office in the back, he scrunched up his nose as he walked into his office which smelt like piss. "Cioccolata!" Ghiaccio yelled as he stomped into the room, the green-haired man quickly closed his laptop as Ghiaccio yelled, he quickly fixed his pants and belt as he looked at Ghiaccio and smiled wide.
"Yes, Ghiaccio?" The curly-haired man rolled his eyes before talking, "Why the fuck does Secco not have a uniform?" "My Secco can work with or without a uniform," Cioccolata replied as he pulled a lighter and cigarette out from his pockets. "Non-Stand Users walk into this goddamn strip club too, Cioccolata!" "If it bothers you so much, you go buy him a uniform," the green-haired man said as he lit the cigarette, Ghiaccio rolled his eyes, "I'm gonna buy him some fucking pants!" Ghiaccio yelled as he stomped out of Cioccolata's office.
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White Album and Oasis as Bartenders
FanfictionSo, what if Secco and Ghiaccio worked at a strip club as bartenders? That's the idea of this story, it's a basic crack fic, but whatever. I'll update whenever I get bored.
