I haven't written a character x reader story in a long time, so I wanna try and get back at it with my very own reader story with the street punks.
And also, because the guy deserves his very own book let's be honest. >w<
✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏
Y/N or Ruth...
A/N: Consider playing the song. Really sets the mood.
Black Rose. An underground club. Club for freaks.
Music had been filling your ears and head all night. Some people were outside to smoke, catch some fresh air, maybe sober up a bit just to go back and have more fun.
Weak, purple-blue light was covering all the place. It was hot. Crowded. People everywhere, smell of sweaty bodies dancing like in a trance. Freaks all around. It was like a natural habitat for you.
Because you were the club's bartender.
Dressed beautifully in your uniform, people wouldn't always bother to get closer to you. You were in your own world, enjoying your time even if your job was just making drinks. You loved attention you were getting from the people sitting at the bar. But you could definitely bite and show some claws if anyone would cross the line.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
*This is your bartender uniform. Clothes and black rose in hair are what you are required to wear. But you can choose whatever other accessories in the photo that you like.*
Then again you secretly loved showing off your skills. The way you slid the drinks down the aisle, the way you made them, guys checking you out not so secretly wanting you and women wanting to be you, and lastly the social life.
The bar was your home away from home.
"A root beer, little lady, on the rocks!" Tall lean guy with brunette hair ordered patting the bar with a single hand.
"What size?" You ask in a blunt tone.
"Shot size." He answered smirking at you.
Without a word and a nod, you instantly prepare the drink. Filling a shot-glass sized cup with ice and filling it with the club's famous root beer. When you were done, you gently slid it in front of him. He shot you a smile but all you returned was a soft yet blank stare.
Your phone then started to ring in your pocket. You step to the side before pulling out your phone.
'Damn it, it's him.' You put your phone up to your ear and answer the call.
"What?" You ask in a blunt tone.
"Where the hell are you?!" Your uncle yelled into the phone. By the sourness in his voice, he was drunk. Again.
"Work dumbass." You answered.
"Don't give me that attitude! Get your ass home now!"
"My shift ends in 5 minutes. You can wait." You huffed into the phone.
"Ruthless!! Stop giving me that damn attitude and get your ass home!"
"Whatever ya bitch!" You grit your teeth raising your voice.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST-"
Before he could finish you hung up. Taking a deep breath, you calmed your anger. You step back out into the bar only to have most of the people eyeing you in lust. You turn your back to grab a bottle only to hear someone behind you.
