𝗝𝗝𝗞 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥! 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗨!
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𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛
⇎ a young woman working as a bartender meets a man that reeks of secrets, not knowing the depth of the truth he holds.
(original artwork from karorarora on twt...
Nobara muttered out, the sole of her heels sticky with liquor as she sauntered the floor, collecting glasses from littered tables.
Your fingers were shaky as you fluttered through the immense pile of cash on the bar counter, focus averted as you reminisced - reliving the entire night in your thoughts. It was so surreal - a drug-like euphoria buzzing along your skin, hindering your thoughts, and keeping you sedated in a state of pure awe.
Getou, getou, getou. His brawny physique, his slithering tattoos, his effortless suave. So enigmatic, so-
"Hello?" Nobara waved her hand wildly, something clicking in your brain as you dissolved back into the moment. "Are you dead?"
"What?" You muttered cluelessly as you came out of a self-induced trance.
"I said," Nobara called out, approaching the bar and beginning to rustle around the cash splayed on the counter. "They just called and asked for you in the back, I can close up for you."
"Oh, shit okay," you spoke with a hint of hesitation. "You sure? They made the place a fucking wreck tonight."
"No biggie," Nobara responded, her hand resting on her hip as always. "I know you'll get me next time." She winked, waving you away as you gathered your things in a frenzied hurry.
Each step towards the back of the stage felt heavy and fatigued, as if your limbs were being controlled. Shocks of adrenaline shot through your veins as you wondered, what do they want from me?
In an instant, you found your fist mindlessly grasping the knob to the door leading backstage - and you hesitated. No amount of mental preparation nor deep breaths could prepare you for what was to come.
But you walked in with willing confidence despite the anxiety clouding your mind. Upon scanning the room, you found that the men were sprawled out on several couches, drinks clutched in fists and smoke hazing the air in a thin sheen.
"Ah," Gojo called out, his shirt nowhere to be found, clasping his hands together in ecstatic welcome. "There's our girl."
Each man perked up in their seat, attention drawn fully to you rather than their prior activity of lazily lounging around. Despite often being surrounded by eager women with lustful eyes, they still seemed pleasantly animated when you stepped in the room - Why, though?
