Masquerade [Killer x Reader]

4. Those eyes

I would say that "Unmasked" is a peculiar place. While the facade of the building looks just like any other joint, the inside is scarcely illuminated, and there is no counter. Instead, the dancers I've seen this afternoon serve as waitresses. They're still wearing fairly light clothing and those white masks that make it hard to tell who's who.

As the crew sees the girls, I hear some appreciative whistles.

“Fuck, Killer, you suck at descriptions. They're hotter than I thought,” says Kid. “Are you sure this isn't an underground brothel?”

“If you wanna try your luck, go ahead. The last guy who tried to touch one of them got dragged away with a broken wrist to who knows where.”

“The last man was a little shit for sure.”

“I won't argue with that,” I say, sitting down at one of the tables. Kid, Heat, and Wire join me, and the rest of the crew spreads out at the nearby tables.

I don't know how many people are in here right now. The lack of light prevents me from seeing clearly. 

One of the women, wearing a pretty black dress, approaches our table and takes a notebook out of her pocket. 

Has there always been dresses with pockets?

Without saying anything, she places the notebook in front of us and shows us the first page.

«What will you have?»

Kid and Wire frown; Heat looks at her with sympathy.

“What do you have?” I ask.

“Whatever is free,” answers Kid, laughing.

The girl nods and offers me the drink menu. As I glance at the paper, she takes out a pencil and writes something else in her notebook.

«You mean the special inauguration round?»

“Eh?” The captain looks at her, confused.

«Tonight we are offering a round of whiskey to customers who request it, but it is only free if whoever orders the round is able to drink it all. No sharing is allowed.»

“Then bring us one of that for each of us!” Kid confidently orders.

The woman tilts her head to one side and looks at him, seeking confirmation. Not receiving it, she picks up the pencil again. 

«That's fifteen jugs per person. Are you sure?»

Kid nods and smirks.

“That's nothing to us, baby doll.”

She shakes her head, but doesn't write anything else. Instead, she looks at me and gestures for me to return the menu. 

“Could you get me a beer and a straw, please?” I ask. Tonight, I prefer to remain sober.

For a moment, she seems confused by my request. Then she nods and leaves. 

She does not take long to return again, followed by some of her companions, who help her bring the jugs. For now, they only bring one for each of us and tell us that they will bring the rest once we empty them, since they don't want to have to throw them away if we don't finish everything. 

When they finally bring my beer, Kid has already finished his first drink and ordered the next one. I thank the waitress and try to start a conversation with her:

“You're not mute, are you?” I’ve noticed them talking to each other.

She shakes.

“So why don't you talk?”