West Side Story One-shots and Imagines

𝗚𝗼𝗹𝗽𝗲𝗮 𝗮 𝘂𝗻 𝗻𝗶ñ𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮 // 𝗣𝘁 𝟮

It was about a week since your interaction with the Jets and Sharks and you hadn't been bothered once. Which was new and a change you could most definitely get used too. You were starting a new job at a corner store which gave better then most other jobs would considering your culture. Today had been a pretty decent day, lots of customers coming and going and not much trouble, till he walked in. I sighed this oughta be fun.

Riff walked in. "Hiya Doll, you gotta a pretty nice joint here." He smirked at me. "Thanks, do you actually have a purpose for being here?" I 'inquired'. " 'Course I do!" He said grabbing a mars bar and starting to eat it. "I really hope your gonna pay for that." I huffed. " 'Course I am!" He replied. At this point you were certain he only knew four words. "How ya been doll? Hope those sharks haven't been bothering ya?" He asked continuing to eat the mars bar. "I've been fine, thanks. Erm- About that day I'd um like to say thank you." You said. He smirked "Anything for you, doll." He said chucking some coins at you and walking out. "See ya round!" He said. "Boys." You uttered putting the money away.

// Super short ik, but like it's a one shot? Is it supposed to be much longer?? I have no idea but anyways enjoyyyy <3