𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕕 // Guts x reader (+18)

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On Thursdays the pub opens at 7pm. Therefore you've got enough time to unpack the rest of your things and run errands. As expected Guts was gone even before you woke up at 8:30 am.
You began to observe the city a few hours ago and are amazed by the great train network. It's not surprising though due to the lack of parking slots.

It seems that rich people have taste, too, because you've never seen such a huge amount of parks and ponds. This conjures an idyllic atmosphere into the middle of the city.

On your way back home you walk past the bar you're visiting tonight. It looks old, a bit too simple and vulgar for this nest of rich kids which immediately makes it more attractive. A banner of turned off lights adorns the head of the small building. Sir Williams it says. Obviously.
Two sets of tables are placed in front of the building that look like the weather wasn't too kind to them.

You decide not to observe this place anymore like a detective but to return home. The butter won't appreciate being exposed to the sun for longer than necessary.

***

With a completely filled fridge you feel safe. Enough food is always a good sign. Hence you'll make yourself lunch. But before you need to practice.
Serpico will notice when you haven't practiced enough and you don't want him to be disappointed. Tomorrow will be the first lesson in your new home and you're excited for how the walls will echoe the sound.
You didn't ask Guts for permission to play here but due to his absence you thought it okay.

At 5 pm you put on a white blouse and a pair of jeans. Then you kindly add jewelry to your look and apply soft makeup.
Butterflies are dancing in your tummy due to your excitement. You really want that job.
You really need that job.
That's why you go all in tonight. You even wear heels to emphasize your legs. Naturally it's not all about the looks but you are not so stupid to think that you'll handle this like a boss. It's safer to score with your beauty in case you'll fail your other tasks.

With a grin on your face you leave your apartment once again and make you way to Sir Williams.

***

You enter into a huge room with dimmed light. A musty smell fills the air mixed with the smell of candle wax and alcohol. Wooden tables are scattered around the centered bar. The place is completely empty safe for a chubby tabby cat laying lazily on the bar counter. Its gaze drifts to you for a second before it turns its back towards you and relaxes.
Is that cat supposed to be here?

"Hello?", you ask into the emptyness.
God this is akward.

The tabby swings its tail nervously. Still it's the only proof that someone's supposed to be here.
You take another step into the bar. The floor creaks loudly and you shriek at the sound.

"We don't expect costumers the minute we open, sorry", a female voice comments.

You look up. Next to the counter appears a woman with greenish, long hair. She looks around 30 years old and wears black leather clothes. A corset reveals most of her boobs which immediately catches your attention for too long. The woman has long legs and is a few feet taller than you. Her blueish eyes gleam at you in a way that unsettles you.
She looks like that type of woman that doesn't give a fuck about anything.

You gulp and hate the unsteadiness of your voice when you speak.
"I'm not a costumer. I was wondering if you had a job for me."

The woman eyes you from head to toe. It feels exposing. Like you were a rabbit and she an eagle.

"You often won't be home until 1 am and have to deal with old rags and pedophiles sometimes. I don't need a doll in here", she responds with a husky and firm voice.