Y/N works as a bartender, one night stands are expected. Elizabeth Olsen, a professor, hasn't had a drunk make out session in a decade. Y/N changes that. Their jobs collide and a decision has to be made.
Completed as of 20/12/2021
Elizabeth Olsen x...
At 9 pm I'm in my element. The music is blaring, the lights are blinding and the half-naked women make a good view. It was another typical night at La Lace Strip Club in downtown New York.
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I stood behind the gloss black counter top which stretched the width of the room. The neon strobe lights bouncing off it, projecting a bright puke of colours on to me. I handled the bottles without a care, throwing them in the air and around my body. Mixing unforgivable concoctions which would hurt the next day. I poured the bright green liquid into 6 shot glasses, spilling it over the counter. The three men in front of me cheered and with one swift movement, all were gone. I grooved to the music, bouncing slightly and swaying my head to the beat. God, I loved my job.
I continued my night with the same energy and by 2am it was booming. The music played none stop and my hands didn't stop moving. I made the drinks which people would regret the next morning. The none stop chatter had brought my voice to a light husk and I won't lie... I sound sexy. Don't we all think that when we have a husky voice? No, just me? With my mind elsewhere, I dragged my cloth across the counter top cleaning the acid which had been left on it by drinks being spilled.
The amount of people in the Club continued to grow as the night goes on and I had worked here for long enough to know everyone's backstory. The girl over there dancing mindlessly with her boyfriend: No clue he's cheating on her with her best friend who is sat sulking in the chair behind them. The group of middle-aged women who sat in a booth: a Hen Do for the bride who I can only assume is the unbearably straight looking one. As I scanned the room for more targets to analyse a dark haired, brown eyed women approached the bar. She didn't look happy enough to be drunk, maybe tipsy. Possibly high? The monotone woman simply asked for 5 tequila shots and added an eye fuck as she looked me up and down. I gave her a nod and took the bottle out; she spoke to me like we had known each other for a decade. I didn't listen, I won't lie. This happens too often for me to bother to listen to drunk rambles. She doesn't stop staring at me, leaning over the counter to get closer to me. I gave in to her clearly flirtatious behaviour and instead of putting the tequila bottle away I simply put my finger under her chin, raising her head back and pouring a shot amount into her mouth before sliding the bottle underneath the counter.
When she starts to get touchy with me as I try to make other drinks, I see a tall blond woman with a slim figure and green eyes come to the bar, grabbing the dark-haired woman by the shoulders and laughing as she threw herself onto the chair next to her. I watched her, clearly interested in what I was seeing.
"You're a little devil." The blond woman spoke adding a distinctive laugh at the end. She was over the moon, happy pills? Or is the Club THAT naturally intoxicating.
The woman who caught my eye looked to me with a teethy smile. "I'll take her off of your hands" She nodded but before she could escort her drunk friend away, I said my first word to them.
