90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟠 - Nightlife 💚

°~ Trigger Warning ~°

This chapter involves homophobia (including related slurs), transphobia (including related slurs), sexual assault and sexual harassment.

Please don't think I'm making fun of strippers in this chapter. That's not my intention, that's just how I've written Iruma's character. If you wanna be a stripper,  then more power to ya, I understand lmao!

This isn't exactly as fluffy as the past chapters, but hey, there's a happy ending!

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The trio walked down the street towards a bar where they'd decided to spend their evening, rather than being cooped up at home. Rantaro held Kokichi's hand, preventing the male from running away on an adventure. "Oh my God! Hey, 'Mami, Shumai, let's go there!" Kokichi gasped, pointing at a building across the street.

Rantaro stared at the flashing pink and purple neon, displaying the name of the strip club where Kokichi pointed. Surprisingly, there wasn't a long cue outside, but the streets weren't too packed at this time since it was the middle of the week. "I don't know Ko..." Shuichi hesitated, shaking his head.

"It can't hurt Hun, I mean, none of us have work tomorrow so that won't matter." Smiling at Shuichi, Rantaro noticed his shoulders relax from their previous tension.

"Just treat it like a museum! You can look but don't touch," Kokichi joked. The three approached the strip club, showing their IDs to be let into the loud establishment. Older men and women littered the place, throwing money at scantily-clad workers and drinking too much alcohol.

"What the fuck are you whores doing here? Always knew you were a pervert, Saihorny," Iruma laughed from behind them. Turning to face the woman, Rantaro noticed her lack of clothing, resembling a school uniform that covered up none of her porcelain skin.

"Wanted to surprise you, bitch!" Kokichi huffed, crossing his fishnet-sleeved arms over his cropped black shirt.

"Really? So you planned for us to come here?" Shuichi asked with a sigh. Rantaro shrugged, having no idea Kokichi had something planned. The two had learned Kokichi often had something up his sleeve, with an ulterior motive for every move he made.

"Alright shithead, one thing I gotta mention, you might wanna keep one of these whores by your side at all times. Especially in that slutty ass outfit," Iruma warned. Aside from his cropped fishnet shirt, Kokichi adorned a red, plaid skirt and black laced boots, fishnet stockings distracting from his legs. "There are a lotta fucking creeps here tonight. Anyone who looks like a meal is bound to be eaten."

"I uh, don't think that's an analogy," Shuichi muttered.

"Whatever Bitch-ma, you're one to talk about slutty outfits, you look like a professional whore!" Kokichi retorted. Rantaro rolled his eyes at the bickering, which was a normal thing between the two. Anyone else would berate them for being so rude to each other, but all of their friends knew that neither meant any harm.

"I am a professional whore, dumbass!" Iruma shouted back. "Anyway, this professional whore gotta get ready for her next performance. Have fun idiots, call if ya need a service!" She blew the three a kiss before sauntering away, her high-heels clicking against the tacky, bacteria-infested ground.

"Let's get some drinks!" Kokichi cheered, pulling the men towards the bar. Shuichi and Kokichi both ordered an alcohol cocktail before making their way to an empty seating area consisting of three maroon couches. Rantaro and Shuichi sat on one couch, and Kokichi jumped onto the one across from them, sipping his drink without a care in the world.