Summer Heat ( Dave Strider x Reader )

Job? Today?!

You woke up with someone or something shaking you, "five more minutes goddamnit..." You groaned, and shifted, longing for Dave's warmth only, he wasn't there. Wait, what? You opened your eyes, and you were in your room. But, you were in the couch? Sitting up straight you saw Loki nuzzling your arm, something wrapped around his neck. You raised a brow in confusion but shrugged it off grabbing the slip of paper.

For: Lovely (y/n)!
From: Winter Bash! :) (Ms.Paint really! )

Hello!! I'm here (not really vuv) to inform you that you got the job! We are super happy you'll be able to join us here as a worker of winter bash. Your first shift will be tonight at 8:00! Sorry it's such a quick thing, but today we need as many employees as possible!

Your eyes widened in surprised and you cursed, looking at the clock, 7:23.
You sighed, seeing as you had sometime to get ready but shIT why didn't Dave wake you?!

"Fuck." You mumbled and literally jumped out of bed, heading towards the bathroom. Brushing you hair AND your teeth. After untangling your hair you ran towards the closet and jumped in, looking for some clothes. A (f/c) shirt, and some black jeans.

"So deep in the closed I found fucking Dan Howell..." You mumbled, and stepped out of the closet. And walked out of the room, you stopped right in your tracks to look down at Loki and pat his head. "Later boy." You smiled and walked towards the door.

"Yo! I'm going out!" You called out.

"(Y/n) it's almost 8:00! Remember our deal, no one goes out after 8:00" Dave called out. That was proof enough that Dave didn't tie the paper to Loki's collar. It was probably Bro.

"I'm sorry, but job urgency!" You called out before stepping out. And hurrying to get down the stairs.

***

You panted slightly, and entered the Club, looking around and stepping in, a few people waved at you and you waved back. You looked around for Ms.Paint. But couldn't find her. You sighed and and rubbed your eyes.

"Hey, newbie!" You heard someone say, you turned around, seeing a male with very fluffy hair. It was covering his eyes and you were surprised he could see. "Your out new recruit right?" He asked with an obvious lisp.

"Uh, yeah, bar tender." You stated.

"Your cute. You'll do fine" he gave a giggle, and handed out his hand "the names Mituna!"

"Mituna? Mituna Captor?" You asked and shoo

"Yeah! How'd you know?! Are you psy-spy-psychic?" He stubbed with his words and when he got it he looked at you.

"No! I just now your brother. I'm (y/n) by the way" you smiled and put your had in your pocket.

"Oh you know that asshole? Yeah whatever! But you can set up your station over there!" He pointed at the coolest bar you've seen. And waved "well I have to go! Later!" He started walking away and you waved.

You sighed and headed to the station, grabbing a jacket that was placed in the bar and putting it on. The back was embedded with the logo. Pretty cool.

You looked around the station. Putting stuff in place and fixing up the station to make it look nice. It was perfect. You were pretty proud.

*buzzz buzzzz*

You grabbed your phone from your pocket and looked at the message from Dave.

Hey, babe, be safe alright? And don't get drunk. I don't need you to go on and cheat alright?

You were surprised, and slightly agitated. Didn't he trust you? You sighed and shrugged it off, putting the phone back in your pocket.

After a while the place started to get packed, more and more people came in. You were surprised, you didn't think the place was so popular. You didn't let that stop you, you served out drinks. Broke a few hearts too. Desperate asshole were everywhere.

Music blared from the speakers, and you tapped your feet to the beat. What? What's wrong with enjoying yourself? Your not getting high. You were ok.

*buzz buzz*

Taking your phone out if your pocket, looked at the text. From Dave.

Hey, you ok? Haven't heard from you.

You looked at the text and were about to respond when you saw that he sent like 4 more. The last one said...he was coming down here. Ok you normally didn't get pissed with him but you could handle yourself. You placed your phone back in your pocket, not bothering to respond.

"Hey, (y/n)! That booth over there wants it's drinks!" Mituna called out from the noise, you have him a thumbs up, and walked over where he had pointed with a tray of drinks.

"Here you go." You smiled and set them down. Before you left you were pulled back down by...a drunk. Fuck.

"Hey..there." He smirked and lifted your chin.

"I-I'm dating someone." You stated. And started to pull away.

"Who cares? Your at a club and I don't see any guy followin you around babe." He said hoarsely, his voice smelled like liquor and it stunk.

"Let me go, or I will call the manager." You hissed out more confidently.

"Hard to get...I like it." He chuckled darkly and you pulled away quickly when he looked at his friends.

"Well, sorry to say, your not getting anything." You spat. Walking away, but guess again another interruption.
"I sai-"

"(Y/n). You didn't respond to my texts." It was Dave. You groaned, he was holding your arm tightly.

"I'm working! What do you expect man?" You looked at him annoyed.

"An what was that back there?" He completely ignored you.

"What?" You said confused.

"That guy, back there. Clearly cat calling." He muttered, witch was hard to hear.

"The guys drunk. I can also VERY well handle myself Dave." You pulled away from his grip. Jealous Dave was never your favorite. You had gotten into a few fights because of his insecurities, and his need "to know what you were doing every fucking moment"

You though it was cute, but if he wouldn't let you work. And it's the first goddamn day, how are you going to keep the job? You actually liked it!

"Yeah, just the way you were just sitting there, just telling him you're gonna do something." He scoffed "instead of actually doing it!"

"Dave. Get out." You snapped.

"Excuse me?" He looked at you surprised.

"Get out. Now. I'll be home later. Let me do my fucking job and get out" you hissed. Turned around and back away. You were slightly hurt, he didn't trust you. And you had just realized it.

You but your bottom lip and got bak to the bar, taking a deep breath and taking orders. The thing that was going through your mind was the fact, that was was your first official fight. You didn't like it one bit.

All you saw, was a strap of red clothing stomping out the club. And it broke your heart. Even though it wasn't your fault, or his for being insecure...how were you going to face him?

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Pls don't hate me
I'm gonna be ending the story in at least 4 more chapters, just fyi.
I have it planed out.
Your gonna hate me
;^; SOZ