Read The Fine Print {Azul x Reader}

Overblot Oversleep

Overblot.
Magic sounded like more trouble than it was worth. What good is having an amazing skill like that if the skill itself can kill you? But, maybe it makes a little sense. Just like drinking, it's great in moderation but detrimental if not controlled. You suppose that every time you cut yourself off is just you preventing your liver from overblotting. These thoughts about amazing and terrible things run through your mind while you serve the returned students.
"How is your first real day going?" Jade checks in on you.
"Surprisingly smoothly. I feel a little like a peice of meat with all these eyes on me, but no one's been particularly unpleasant," Jade allows you to get back to your serving. By 8 pm, the last customer has left and the boys get to counting the day's profits.
"Hey, I gotta head home now," you grab your huge coat from the couch and cover your prized dress with it.
"Oi, you're not gonna change out of that?" Floyd asks about your dress.
"Nah. Now that there are so many people... I don't really wanna be undressed for a second. Plus it makes people think I'm rich. Nice to not be looked at like cheap trash for a change."
"Very well. Goodnight, Y/n. See you tomorrow afternoon," Azul relieves you of your post.
"See ya."

You finally get home after 10 pm and release your vice grip on your pepper spray when you spill into your shitty apartment. The walk is hard on your feet, still clad in heels, but clears your troubled mind. You carefully tear your dress from your body and grab yourself a contraband beer from your fridge. Cracking it open, you fall onto your bed. Your mattress definitely needs replacing, and you're hoping this job will give you enough to cover that luxury on top of your bills. The customers were decently generous with their tips. 'Maybe I can warm up to this. Those guys haven't done anything terrible yet. They're still kinda creepy, though.' You shotgun your beer and lay there for awhile, dressed only in your bra and panties, staring at your ceiling before you get ready for bed.

   When you finally wake up, it's already 1 pm. 'Shit! I'm gonna be late! Ugh, how is it that I was on time every day when no one was around and now that there are customers I'm flaking!?' You scramble to make yourself presentable as fast as possible, deciding you'll call Azul on the way to inform him about your fuck up. You're pretty sure you forget a few things as you leave.
   "Pick up pick up pick up...."
   "Y/n, everything alright? I just got out of class," you sigh in relief when Azul picks up.
   "Um, I kinda overslept. I'll probably be about half an hour late."
   "Aha, Y/n, if you mess up like that I'll have to dock your pay!" He jokes but you take it at face value.
   "Crap, sorry. It won't happen again."
   "Relax, I'm far too kind to do something like that!" He laughs through the phone, a sound you found annoying at first but started getting used to.
   "A-ahh, thanks... see you soon," you hang up and enjoy the rest of your walk in silence.

   Azul waits in the VIP room, fully bored, waiting for his precious new waitress to arrive. Few customers are around, as classes only just ended for the day, but they were clearly hoping the pretty new server would be in. When you finally waltz in, every head in the room turns to you. The few patrons greet you and you politely say hi back before stepping into the VIP room. Azul, reviewing some homework in his boredom, perks up when you walk through his door.