Thunder Thighs ( Osamu Miya x OC)

Chapter- 13 The Club

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Lilith went up on her toes to try and see where in the devil's name Shelby had run off to. As her eyes searched the darkest corners of the club, she was surprised to see a very recognizable person sitting in the front row. Bokuto was one of, if not the, most famous member of Japan's Olympic Volleyball team thanks to his catchphrases, wild celebrations, and epic entrance routine that'd made gymnasts everywhere impressed. Seeing his spikey black and white hair made her shrewd eyes snap to the bedhead black-haired man sitting right next to him. She too recognized him from the bar she and Osamu had been at for a fraction of a second.

She knew men oftentimes had friendships that were strong enough to last lifetimes, so she honestly wasn't too surprised when she saw Atsumu Miya and the tangerine male stumble out of the back rooms. Candy and a few other girls were giggling like hens as they kissed all over Hinata's bare shoulders; he was holding his t-shirt up in front of his chest and blushing bright red at the numerous ladies' unabashed attention to his golden-tanned muscles.

Lilith wanted to know where Shelby had run off to since she clearly wasn't a part of the girls that were in that room, but she noticed more than a few empty glasses along the bar.

"I don't have time to deal with her ass right now," she grunted as she went back to work.

Lilith cleaned off the bar until she reached a man who put his hand over his glass. "Don't worry hun, I ain't steal'n your cup. I'm just getting the empty ones," she chuckled good-naturedly as she snatched up what looked like an old-fashioned.

On a wise hunch, she lifted the cup to her nose. The burning pungent aroma of straight whiskey burned her nose. She looked up at the man who was watching her the fox-like predator people told him he often resembled. "Hey, the guy who had this drink, where is he?"

Suna never had and never would sell his friends out. Thus he lied smoothly, "restroom. Why?"

"No reason. Just making sure he's still alive. This drink wasn't made quite right." She made a mental note to watch Shelby like a hawk for the rest of the evening to determine what elementary level of mixology she was going to need to start over from.

"No shit."

Lilith didn't hear him well over the change of the music, so she called out, "Huh?"

"Nothing." Suna slid a 20-dollar bill across the bar. "Keep the change. Excuse me."

Lilith was confused by what was going on, but she was in the weeds and had no time to go around trying to decipher the unintelligible confusing lingo of the 'Modern Man'.

Suna's long legs meant he reached the back rooms in quick time. Atsumu saw Suna's direction, so he placed his hand on Suna's shoulder and quickly said, "whoa whoa, where are you going? Yer not going back there. Ya forget'n ya got a wife and baby at home?"

"Of course not. I'm trying to save your brother from fucking up his love life."

Atsumu too was tipsy as hell, but he would protect Osamu as fiercely as he'd protect Suna or any of his other friends. He didn't need to know what Osamu was doing. He just knew his brother needed him, so he demanded, "where the fuck is he?"

"In one of the rooms."

"Shit, okay. I'll start at the back."

As Atsumu sprinted off, Suna uncaringly made his way through all the private rooms. He didn't care much for other people's embarrassment as he opened and closed the doors during the intimate sex acts. He heard Osamu's drunkenly thick accent from behind one of them and called out, "Atsumu, in here."