CHAPTER TWO
aka
drugs and drinks
playing: swang ; rae sremmurd
AS (Y/N) DANCED, she felt the man's eyes roam her body. studying her. if she didn't know any better, she would think he was actually interested. (y/n) felt her face getting hot. she was usually very confident, but there was something about this mysterious man's gaze that humbled her. he tapped the hand on his thigh to the music, keeping his eyes on her.
though she could only see his eyes, it was enough to make her knees weak.
she swayed her hips to the beat of the music as the man ran his fingers through his dark curls, the blonde man--who she recognized as atsumu--next to him rolling his bottom lip through his sharp canines.
she slid down the pole, locking eyes with the man as she slowly came back up.
though she couldn't see his face, she could tell he was smiling. her face was getting hot and she could feel it. her legs felt like jelly and her palms were sweaty. the butterflies in her stomach fluttered around in delight.
what was this man doing to her?
luckily, her coworker came up to the glass case she was in, signaling that it was time to switch. she had just come from serving drinks and such, meaning it was (y/n)'s turn to do so.
she smiled at her coworker, and continued towards the bar.
"hey miyah," she greeted the woman in front of her. she had her long, wavy, brown hair hung loosely on her shoulders. her ears and nose decorated with diamond studs filling the multiple holes, complementing her tan skin tone. a simple blue and green rainbow loom bracelet she wore on her wrist, in which her niece had made her. she wore a plain black suit and a black tie, one or two buttons loose. her black jacket rested on a chair next to her as she mixed cocktails and served shots. "busy huh?"
miyah had been (y/n)'s best friend since she set foot in the strip club for the first time. she introduced her to everyone, gave her tips on how to get around, and showed her how to make complicated--but delicious--drinks. miyah was like her partner-in-crime in, and out, the club.
"yeah, it is a saturday. that's kind of expected."
(y/n) hummed as she joined her friend behind the counter, grabbing a tray. "mind making me a shirley temple?"
miyah rolled her eyes. "make it yourself."
the woman shrugged, picking up drinks as another bartender told her what tables they went to and what tables to offer drinks. "worth a shot."
"not really."
she snorted and made her way over to the tables that she was directed.
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"ATSUMU,"
sakusa nudged the tipsy man that sat beside him, flirting with a stripper while lazily twirling his straw around in his─now empty─martini glass. atsumu payed him no mind.
sakusa nudged him a bit harder. "atsumu."
"what?" the man in question had finally turned around, obviously annoyed. the worker next to him walked off, but not before sending a seductive wink sakusa's way. in which he returned with an awkward smile, not that she could see it.
