005 || ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ

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ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏɴᴇ; ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪᴠᴇ

The music from the underground club was getting louder as [Y/n] made her way to the Staff area, so she could finally clock in. It's been over 5 minutes now so she knew she would be in some hot water by her boss. "Sweetheart if we are doing this I gotta tell you I'm, not a soft lover."

She stopped right in the middle of the hallway. Her eyes closed as she turned around to him. What did he say?

"Girl, what the fuck is you talking about?" Her face redden, now taking in his words. Still going on thinking the small female was guiding him into the VIP section, Hino felt a smirk creep up on his lips. "You know I never got a dance yet from here! You'll be the first."

[Y/n] eyes were fully open, oh that's what he meant but she wasn't a dancer. She was a waitress. How could he not tell? "First off I'm not a dancer, I work at the bar. Second just because you are attractive doesn't mean everyone wants you!" She yanked her hand away, realizing they were holding hands the whole time.

"Roleplaying I see. You are lucky this is one of my favorite kinks."

Did he not hear a word she said? Did it go through his ear and out the other, not even caring what was said?

[Y/n] glared up at him, "I don't get paid enough for this shit!" quickly she hurried down the hall and into the main office. Hino stood there confused as to what just happened. She didn't take up his flirting? Every girl did?

There was a slight crack in his ego now. How was this possible?


"Your late."

"No shit." [Y/n] lifted up her bag over her head so she can place it in her locker. "Damn why are you so pissed?" Ezra walked over to her, sitting down on the seat next to her. She watched as [Y/n] straightened herself out. Fixing her hair, the piercing on her ear, and pure white blouse over her chest.

"Nothing." It stayed quiet between the two but Ezra wasn't having it. Uncomfortable silence wasn't her thought she wasn't gonna press the smaller canine into her life. "Anyways did you hear Club Iris is shutting down after Easter weekend? It's a shame."

Ezra waved her hand off sarcastically. Of course, she could care less about that dump, it meant more business for her. "No, I didn't." [Y/n] gazed over at the female stripper whose lips were pursed as if she wasn't fazed. Ezra knew [Y/n] was always the last to receive serious news.

The warm brown wolf hummed as she stood up to go back to her side of the changing room. There wasn't much left to say, besides they both had to get to work now. They got money to earn. Especially [Y/n].

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