"Try me, Five." I snapped at the idiotic excuse of a human. He smirked and put both hands in his pockets, leaning forwards.
"Oh, how I would love to try you."
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FEMALE READER!!!
no dirty deed cause he is in the body of a 13 yr old (16 in my s...
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"I CAN'T TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY IN THIS OUTFIT."
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(Y/n Hargreeves)
Texas, 1963
"We're really going to find Luther first?" I complained as Five and I finally reached the point where my house was not in site.
"Yes, because I know where he is." Five argued.
"Well... where is he?" I questioned Five. I saw a small smirk come on his face as he chuckled and shook his head. I furrowed my eyebrows and waited for him to say whatever was so funny.
"He's at a strip club." Five stated. My eyes widened and I stopped walking. Five realized I did and stopped to turn around.
I was at first confused what the hell Luther was doing at a strip club, but I chose to ignore that.
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
"Five. What- I'm... I'm not going to a strip club!" I exclaimed. Five took my arm and spacial jumped me to a building.
From the lights and bouncer checking IDs, I could tell we were at the strip club.
"You'll be fine. Trust me. I can fight." Five told me as he started walking to the back of the club. I huffed and followed behind him.
"Woah, little man. Where do you think you're going?" There were three ladies standing at the back door of the club. They were all wearing quite... revealing outfits.
"The club. Duh." He muttered as he pushed past them. I tried to as well, but one of them stopped me by softly grabbing my wrist.
"Hun, trust me. He ain't worth it." The one with brunette braids said. I laughed. They totally read this situation wrong.
"Don't worry. We're just here to pick up a friend." I clarified. They looked at each other and started to whisper to each other.
"They won't take ya seriously if you're dressed like that." The ginger told me as she looked me up and down. I was wearing a very casual outfit for the 1960s.
"I don't have any clothes with me." I shrugged.
"Our boss always has some extra costumes in the back. One second, sweetheart." The girl with short, black hair said as she walked off.
I started to tap the sides of my legs with my fingers. A costume?
"Here it is!" The black haired girl exclaimed as she came back, holding a costume that made my eyes widen.
