Friday Night Funkin Oneshots! *Open!*

🎸Saturday Night Shreddin'🎸

Huge thanks to Grilledpook to let me write about their AU, I got inspired and got to work! There are no TW's this chapter.

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Pov - Bf, third person
Setting - A popular high-society nightclub
Word count - 3066

Violet strobe lights flashed through the room. Everyone on the dance floor had their hands up, cheering on the rockstars that were on stage. The band was barly visible, covered in a thick layer of fog that dispensed from multiple machines.

While the majority of guests partied underneath the shimmering disco ball, a good amount of people sat at the bar ordering food and drinks. Amoung those people were two young adults, a short lad with a guitar strapped around his back and a lady with short aburn hair.

The lady resembled the appearance of the rockstars performing on stage. She donned a tight red sleeveless shirt paired with black high-waist shorts along with red stiletto heel boots. Completing her outfit, black spiked wristbands were wrapped around each wrist.

The petite man accompanying her had spiky cyan hair and many black earrings. The rest of his outfit was very modest. Dark blue jeans, red shoes, and a black tanktop with a red cross spray-painted on. He usually had a baseball cap with him during the day, but at night time, he let his hair droop over his eyes. The most striking feature the little fellow possessed was his electric guitar. The instrument's body was crimson red. The neck, bridge, pegs, head, and even the strings and scratchplate were black and quite difficult to see.

The young man was downing a cold glass of water while his girlfriend watched him, giggling and playing with one of his loop earrings.

"Boyfriend, you're gonna get a brainfreeze! You gotta slow down!" The lady giggled. Her boyfriend slammed down the glass cup on the bar table and started coughing and bent over the countertop, hacking up the water his just drank.

"Told ya, you should've listened!" The lady shook her head and patted him on the back.

"Mistress, if I give him any more water he's gonna piss himself!" The bartender whispered to her. He was an imp similarly to two of the band members on stage. He peered though his sunglasses at the couple while tossing beverages with his left hand and shining the table top with his right.

"You can call me Gabby, dude! Why aren't you with momma and daddy on stage?"

"The human running the bar got... 'fired' last night. I took his job for the club owners until they find another bartender!" The imp chuckled maniacally.

"But if you're here, then who's playing guitar?" Gabby glanced at the stage and strained her ears to listen to the music. Now that she listened, the shrill melody of the electric guitar was missing.

"Nobody, that's who. I rather be a bartender anyway, I rather meet new folks than hurt my fingers on the strings after playing for hours!" He gave them a toothy grin and held up a peice of paper in between his claws. "First day on the job and I already got a sexy gal's number! Hah! I gotta go, I'll talk to ya later, Miss Gabby!"

"Byeee!" Gabby gave him a little wave before turning her attention to her boyfriend, who was still clearing his throat.

"Blu, you good?" Gabby called him by his nickname, giving him a warm, reassuring smile. Blu lifted his hands in front of him and made eye contact with his girlfriend.