Slight smut at the end. Happy new year woahhh.
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Beep beep beep
The alarm on your phone lying on top of your chest went off, making your eyes snap open. Strong vibrations from your phone made it slide off down your body landing on your lap. You took a deep breath, guiding your hand up your head, fixing the little mess your 20 minutes of rest might have left behind. A look to your surroundings, and you are fully awake now.
You push yourself off the chair you were sitting on, up to your feet. You felt freshened up, pushing the door out of your way and leaving the little office in the bar you rented from the owner. The silence of the office was now gone, mixed with noises coming from the kitchen and the voices of costumers talking and servers asking for people's orders. You walked out of the back room, not catching many stares.
"Thanks" Is all you said when you passed by the owner. Taking out two dollars from your pocket you placed them into the tip jar placed in the counter.
You leave the bar, stepping out into the cold streets of Las Nevadas. It was almost 3 am when you fixed your coat and got moving to the next club Quackity was staying at. You checked your phones, viewing his location, making sure that your boss was still at the same place you left him an hour ago.
Checking the activity, your hair was flipped over your face from a fast car passing by you. "Asshole" you said to yourself, looking any unusual patterns of your boss. You can never be too sure what your boss will be doing around without your company. Your steps were fast, but you knew how to dodge people getting in your way.
Your boss didn't like his guards to be present during clubbing or personal games based of luck. His famous saying the house always wins didn't apply to him. It gave him bad luck to be in presence of people that are supposed to care for him. He was very pretentious, but at least you got some time to rest. In case of emergencies, he had a pager to get you and his other guard to get him.
You skipped up the steps of the little club, still eyes on the little blue dot that represented Quackity. Nothing looked out of the normal. He was sealing a deal with a couple of his old friends from Spain, in between drinks and dances. Quackity was always the best host when it came to these business affairs.
You were about to enter the club, but you were stopped by someone, and it wasn't the mean bouncer up front.
"What the hell did you do to your hair" You looked up at Foolish, your partner. Your everyday straight face broke into something new when Foolish found you, standing in front of you. If it weren't for his recognizable face shape, you probably would have yelled at this random man to move out your way.
The long strands of hair that once moved around freely, attached to Foolishs head were now chopped off. Despite the horrible cut falling to the side of his head, he still looked presentable; just a little weird.
Your head tilted to the side, trying to understand what could have possibly made Foolish do this to himself. "What have they done to you" You said, amazed. Ever since he started growing out his hair, he's always gotten his way. You felt a little relived his overpowering days were now over. "And to think you had some charm before this atrocity" Your face almost broke into a pitiful grin. It was quite funny to see part of his attraction be taken away from him. It still proved a simple haircut can get him out of the map quickly.
Foolishs brows furrowed, a little smirk sneaking into his face. "Some what?" He said with his typical confused laugh. He crossed his arms, muscles being flexed through his suit jacket. Foolish knew how much it angered you whenever he played dumb with you. Seeing that angry face of yours whenever he pretended to not understand your subtlety, brought him satisfaction.
