Old Friends Silver - Mad Maggie x fem!reader

4

"Bye Edgar!" I shouted, waving as the man walked out of the changing rooms, leaving me alone. I was the last one left here. Normally, when it turns 6am, everyone fights to get out of the door. I received a few weird looks as I purposefully packed my things away slowly.

I looked around the empty changing rooms, at the racks of clothes, at the discarded empty bottles of hairspray and glitter. I sighed. I had to find the records.

Record-keeping wasn't efficient here. Typically, the owners avoided keeping records to maintain the privacy of the customers. However, after the Kiki incident everyone began writing down client's names, how much they paid, how violent they were- basically detailing everything that happened. None of our customers knew this... and it was better if they didn't know.

I kept my records in my apartment, hidden away in my bedside table drawer. I needed to find Edgars. I shuffled over to his vanity and began searching through the drawers. I found nothing except for a few small bottles of perfume and makeup. I groaned slightly... Until I saw a bag on the floor.

I crouched down, feeling the soft carpet under my knees. I grabbed the white tote bag and peeked inside. It seemed old, old enough for Edgar to forget it. I searched the contents and found Tupperware boxes filled with old dinners he forgot to eat. I ignored the mould and weird smells they emitted. I stacked them up outside the bag and rummaged further until I saw a small notebook.

I picked it up and ran my fingers along the brown leather. I opened it up and read through it. The contents dated back to a year and 6 months ago. This must be his old records. I searched for Jean Pierre's name, flipped through pages and pages until I saw it.

J.P- 300 coins – minimal violence, a few slaps

I hummed... J.P. Further into the notebook, Edgar began using full names... and I saw it again, 4 months after the first mention of J.P.

Jean Pierre- 200 coins – minimal violence

After that, every Friday mentioned Jean Pierre. There was a small break 8 months ago, but he went right back to schedule. I wonder if he visited anyone else except for Edgar.

I quickly shoved the Tupperware back into the tote, trying to replicate exactly how it was. I slotted the notebook back in the bag and placed it under the vanity. I stood up and dusted myself off, grabbing my own bag and walking out the changing rooms.

The hallway was empty except for Agatha sweeping the floor. "Night Agatha."

"Morning (y/n)." She said, not looking up from her work. I left through the backway, taking my normal routes until I reached my apartment complex.

I glanced at the elevator, still out of order. I sighed and braved the stairs as I had been forced to do this past week.

My apartment smelled the same, damp, and gross. It all felt the same. I smiled when I walked into my bedroom, the only room here I could tolerate. I poured out my money into my bedside table and locked it with a small key which I kept hidden under a plant pot of my windowsill. I glanced around my room until I saw Maggie's clothes which were folded up on my chest of drawers. I had been debating whether I should take them back all last week. I decided not to bother her, it didn't seem that she liked me much but this time it felt... different.

Maybe it's because I was helping her. Maybe that's why she put a brave face on and tolerated me. Or maybe I was actually breaking through.

Let's hope it's the latter.

I picked up the clothes, placing them in my bag and I set off again. I walked out of my apartment, remembering to lock the door behind me. I trotted down the stairs, ignoring how out of breath I was when I reached the bottom.