Waste is an alien symbiote that got merged with a human. The hosts name is Cricket, they are non-binary and pansexual. They have become known for their eccentric style and over all appearance. With split dyed hair (neon green and black), heterochrom...
Nearing the end of my three hour shift, I feel as though I'm being watched again. I guess I had forgotten about it, the bar was very busy. I look around the room for a while until I'm brought out of my daze by Alex, who is calling me over to help him serve a rather picky table.
As I make my way into the break room after my shift, a familiar figure catches my eye. I feel my heartbeat quicken. Is it really her? No, why would she come back? It must be just one big coincidence, right?
I shake my head of all of the thoughts running through it right now. I make my way into the break room and bump into Alex who was just about to leave. "Oh, sorry. Didn't see you there." Alex apologised. You assure him that it's ok and you keep going, I get changed into a pair of ripped, oversized, black mom jeans, a black tube top, a pair of black platform doc martens, with rainbow laces and a light pink cardigan with cream and blue hearts on it.
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I make my way out to the main bar on my way out, instead of the back door I usually take. I needed to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me again. And lo and behold she is sitting in a booth by herself, alone, drinking, not talking, alone.
I stop at the bar and ask for a mock tail -what? I still need to drive home- and walk over to the booth she was sitting at. "Is this seat taken" I say in a slightly seductive tone. She looks up and meets my eyes and hers widen in shock. She's just sitting there looking so god damn good in the dull red lighting.
"Em- yeah!" She says eagerly " I mean, ye sure- you can sit". God she is so cute when she gets all choked up.
"So, how've ya been, Nat?" I ask resting a hand on her thigh. "Umm I'm- I'm good" she stutters in response, a light bush forming on her cheeks. This only makes my smirk grow even more. We both were so lost in conversation that I didn't realise how my hand instinctively trailed further up her leg. I only realised this when Natasha let out a light moan so only I could hear.
"You like that, baby-girl?" I ask in a low growl. The only thing she can do is grown and move away, much to my dismay. "Cricket, that's not why I'm here" Natasha states, sounding a little too disappointed. "Aww. Don't sound too disappointed, baby" I coo, " but if you want to talk business, let's talk business."
