Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Fifi's

The sticky wood floor stuck to the bottom of your flats and you dared not to question as to why. The men here would drink themselves drunk, unafraid of the alcohol stench that would stick to them. They saw it as class, only the best could squeeze and wiggle their way into a place like this. The women here however thought it was the most disguising thing. You found it interesting how a place like this had two complete different perspectives. 1) The land of the rich, filled with connections and power. 2) The land of the sleazy, where wedding rings are often taken off and stolen by the end of the night. Where neither the law or bible rule.

The space was loud and dim. You could barely see where you were going and the sounds only made you dizzier. You pulled your shawl further around you when an older man whistled from his velvet booth. His eyes were half-lidded and hazy and specks of tobacco had fallen onto his green suit. You didn't look back at him, instead choosing to crane your neck so far down your chin touched your chest and the base of your skull ached. As you turned to slink your way up the steps and backstage your dress caught onto something. A crate. A splintering wooden one filled with illegal liquor. The bottles clanked together as you gave the bottom a good yank. Honestly you hated this thing, the fabric was too delicate and did little to keep you warm. However the last time you had even thought about wearing trousers the response you had gotten while out on the streets was something a person could only experience once. Finally the damn thing came loose, you trudged up the stairs mood gradually getting worse the longer you were here.

"Was starting to think you wouldn't show." Her curls were bouncy and dyed a dazzling shade of pink. The soft ends of her hair sat beautifully around her shoulders and framed her face.

"You finished already?" You asked as you watched her slide on a sheer robe.

"I was trying to hold off for you but... I can only do this for so long."

"Don't tell me you got tired," you grinned coming to stand behind Mina. She sat at her vanity, ivory colored linen embroidered with pink and even some gold. There was sweat along her hairline, something you hadn't noticed while she was standing. However now that she sat here drenched in the light of her vanity you could begin to see a couple of things. For example how her right earring held on for dear life, or how the left side of her dress seemed to be having a wardrobe malfunction.

"It's not about stamina, believe me I have that." She flashed you a flirtatious grin in the mirror. "It's about them," she gestured to the curtains pulled close behind you two. "They get bored so easily, it's no wonder why they're here."

You laughed at that, sliding your shawl down your shoulders before hanging it up.

"If you're going to do your makeup you should be quick about it, you're on in about two minutes." She glanced up at the clock to her right, and then put all her attention back on fixing her image. You were just about to plop down next to her when all the lights went out. "Dammit!" Mina slammed her first down on her shaky wooden vanity.

In the background an announcer had begun to speak. The spotlight shined down on him, except instead of amplifying his charm it amplified his flaws. The bags under his eyes seemed deeper, a nasty shade of purple the crowd had never seen before. One of his canine's were crooked and seemed to be colored by decay. Nonetheless he went on as if he were cupid himself. "Now introducing-"

"Oh," Mina spoke up. "This is all for you." She smiled at you brightly then, giving you an encouraging pat.

"The city's finest, and our clubs most precious possession."

That last part made you shiver. Possession like a pet or toy; something you play with, something you own. Still you slipped through the curtains pushing the heavy drapes aside, there you were under the spotlight. There was always this moment where you were filled with fear. The lights would blind you and the crowd was nothing but smoke clouds with drunken grins and lustful gazes. Everything seemed so fragile, you were a marionette, a prized possession.

Your painted lips parted so that your heavenly voice may escape the confines of your throat. Your larynx was coated in honey, chest vibrating with song, your melody floating like a feather. They were all fixated, how could they not be. You took in a steadying breath before facing the crowd, nerves washing over you like water would stone. You would not erode, you would not break, you've worked to hard to let it all crumble. So then why did you stutter when carmine eyes met yours? It was a clash, a staring contest, he wanted to see if you would break however you refused to back down. He placed his elbows on the table of his booth deep in a dark corner at the back of the club. His calloused hand ran over the dry knuckles on his right fist, hands placed against his lips. His muscles strained against his black dress shirt as he leaned forward. This happened all the time, I mean there was always someone staring. But this blonde gave you an odd feeling, your stomach twisted into knots, and the aura around him couldn't be anything good.

You never saw him again that night, in fact you did your best to avoid trouble with him. Your radar was screaming at you, he was either a nasty mobster or an undercover cop. Neither of the two were pleasant towards people like you, so after you sang you looped your arm into Mina's and left through the back alley. The heavy door shut behind you, and the two of you vanished into the night. Tomorrow you would do it all over again, and so on and so forth until you got to where you needed to be. This was your life currently and it wasn't bad, but you were going to make it better.