The Wolves That Sing | Sing 2 Fanfiction

Chapter 8: Cloack And Dagger

Third Pov.

As Y/N and Porsha's limousine was pulling in front of the restaurant, a black car was speeding past the other cars somewhere else, most likely trying to find the restaurant Y/N and Porsha were going. "You sure we're going to get there in time?" Frideswide asked Stephen who drove the car swiftly. "Yeah, don't you worry about a thing Frideswide, we're going to get there in time." Stephen replied as he reached into his utility belt and took a radio out, "This is Detective Hill, I need the license plate number of a white 2020 Majesty Charm limo." He spoke into the radio. "Sure thing Detective Hill." The radio replied. "If it helps, the owner is Jimmy Crystal or Porsha Crystal." He added. "Found it! The license plate number is PS2022. No doubt the initials stand for Porsha Crystal." The radio replied. "Can you tell me where the limo is right now?" He asked the radio. "The limo is at Vermilion Avenue. Right in front of Silent Grill."

Porsha's Pov.

"Well, we're here!" I exclaimed excitedly as the limousine stopped in front of Silent Grill. "Silent Grill huh? Don't get me wrong, I love this place but knowing you? I expected something fancier, but that's not to say I want to go someplace fancier! I'm never fond of those places!" Y/N said absentmindedly as he tried to look through the sunroof but ended up bumping his head into the window, rubbing his head in pain afterward.

Although I felt terrible, I couldn't help but giggle a little at his accident. He didn't seem to mind though as he laughed as well as the driver came to my door and opened it for me and Y/N.

We both came out and the second we did, a long crowd of paparazzi appeared, and I could tell Y/N's eyes were getting disturbed by the flashes of the cameras by his legs tweaking out of place. "Uh, little help?" I mouthed to the Chauffeur who nodded and he took a Jericho millimeter 9 out of his coat and fired a round into the sky, scaring the paparazzi away immediately. "Uh, not trying to be "Good Cop" here but, isn't that illegal? I mean, to shoot a loaded gun out here." Y/N added but I answered for my Chauffeur. "Don't worry, it just blanks." I giggled at Y/N's shocked face, taking him by his wrist and walking him to the entrance. "P.S, don't tell anyone I told you this but, I kinda paid off the cops to let us do that whenever I'm not in the mood to deal with paparazzi, and tonight I was cool with them, but when I saw you weren't cool about the flashes, I knew I had to take care of that." I told Y/N who blushed a little, lowering his head and his tail noticeably waggling. "Cute." I giggled internally as we both walked through the door.

"Ah, Miss Crystal! And Mr.L/N!" The host at the reception stood up happily, but something didn't seem right. Since when does Silent Grill have a host? I thought this place was open without reservations. Eh, I guess it's probably a new thing that we were too early to notice.

"Yes! That's us!" I said, not bothering to pay attention to the new receptionist gig they got going on. "Please follow me to your table!" The host said as he had us sitting in front of the stage where a band was playing.

"Roy Orbison?! I love Roy Orbison!!" I clamored, clapping my hands childishly as the band continued to play. "Hey, I heard of this song but never actually listened to it...it's catchy!" Y/N said as he turned to face the band, bobbing his head and moving his body groovily to the beat of the instrumentals. "Hey, going back, don't you think it's weird how they have a host who takes reservations now?" I asked him and he quickly turned to me and nodded, "Yeah, come to think of it, why the hell do they have one anyway? I thought Silent Grill was a restaurant that doesn't take reservations?" Y/N asked and I shrugged, still wanting to understand why they would have a host that takes reservations.