𝓣𝓲𝓹 𝓜𝓮 | 𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊 𝑨𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏

A Diamond for A Tip

"Hmm," Connie hummed softly as he squinted towards Kenny's booth. When his gaze focused on Armin, his eyebrows raised up and he gave a small nod.

"Not bad, not bad. I'd say, "good for him" but, initiation is always the worst part." He simply said, shaking his head while resting his left hand on his hip. 

Initiation. Armin is going to get initiated? Into whose gang? Kenny's? Levi's? But don't they..

"Connie?" I asked. 

My eyes were locked onto Armin. He had broke our eye-contact a couple minutes ago, but he would give a few quick glances in our direction. My, direction.

Connie looked away from Armin and then faced me. Balling my right hand into quick little fists, I could feel my acrylic, coffin nails, dig into my palms. I gave a concerned look at Armin.

"By "worst part", you don't mean-?" I muttered, but to where Connie could still hear me.

"What? Getting jumped into the gang? Yeah, definitely that (Y/N)." Connie laughed out. I faced towards him, concern was written all over my face. Though he just shook his head and started working on the order. 

I held onto my head as I sat myself down in the nearest bar stool, my left hand gripped the bar's edge.

Getting jumped into a gang? Armin? The sweet gentleman that ordered a Sprite earlier this morning- is going to get beaten to a pulp and joining in a gang with either Kenny or Levi?! Tonight?! 

My mind was racing. Why is it racing? Is it because I just met him? Or was it because I didn't think he would do such a thing? Ugh, this was so frustrating to even be worried about.

So, this is what Armin was talking about this morning. He wasn't just coming to the strip club just to come, he was coming because he's about to go through the initial ritual to become a gang member! 

Just when my thoughts were going bazerk, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I let out a small gasp in surprise and quickly turned to my left. My eyes widened and I quickly put my right hand down, resting it on my thighs.

"A-Armin!" I gripped the hem of my dress.

Armin smiled, looked behind him at Kenny's booth, and then back to me. He quickly sat himself down beside me and rested his elbows on the bar, looking forward.

"(Y/N). I can only talk for a moment, but I can't be seen talking to you," he paused, and from what I thought- smirked. "Yet, that is."

I quickly turned myself forward in my stool and then rested both my hands on my thighs. Forward, I was just watching Connie getting my order finished, I seen he gave me a curious and surprised look, since the man who is going to be initiated was sitting right beside me. Then after another over-the-shoulder glance, he went through the Employee Door  to the kitchen. To my left, Armin had a single sweat bead rolling down the right side of his face. His blue eyes locked with mine and I looked away.

"I don't suppose, you know what this looks like?" He nervously chuckled out. He grabbed a napkin out of the napkin holder and gently dabbed at his sweat bead.

I looked down at my (F/C), coffin nails, trying to admire the jewels at the bases, but I couldn't get the image of Armin getting fucked up out of my head. 

"I'm pretty sure I do. I just met you, Armin, and you're joining a gang?!" I softly yelled out. The club music was booming around us. I could recognize the song.

I Feel It Coming by The Weeknd, featuring, Daft Punk? Huh, nice. Love me some Weeknd. Really sets the mood for just about anything.

"And I just met you, (Y/N), and you're a cocktail waitress?" Armin hissed back, but I could tell it was playful. My face felt hot and so did my body. From embarassment obviously, not because my shots from earlier are all of a sudden deciding to hit.