Warnings- Violence.
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"You should come hang out with us hot stuff" a man winks as I smile trying not to cringe as his wasted body leans across the bar to get a closer look at the outfit our boss forces us to wear.
I have on tight black shorts with an equally tight top if you can even call it that but you can't really fight for your rights when the cash comes under the table.
"Please get off the bar sir" I attempt politely.
Boss already warned me about my attitude not long ago making my eyes travel across the bar to our bouncer Brock Rumlow who is supposed to help us with these situations yet he stands with his back to the wall. His dark eyes observe with amusement across his face the man not liking me ever since I broke his nose for trying to jump me after the club closed one night a few months back.
Hence the warning on my attitude.
"Oh come on I gave you a massive tip earlier doesn't that mean I deserve at least one kiss?" he slurs his drunk friends watching entertained behind him as my coworker is left to serve the rest coming at the bar.
The crowd is restless tonight blinking lights on a large screen above the dance floor explaining why.
'Cryptic vs Bullet!'
Cryptic was the main fighter here causing hundreds of crowned fighters to come to the club to try and defeat the mysterious winner who always hides his identity in the ring.
Our boss makes thousands from him, the fighter rarely loses matches and yet he always disappears as soon as the match ends.
I guess Cryptic is a good name for someone who hides from all of us.
I watch now as a metal cage is started to be put up around the dance floor to barricade the ring where the matches are held.
As with everything else in this underground club they are illegal the fighting a way for hundreds to gather and gamble.
"Sir I have already asked you once if I need to ask again I will have to call the bouncer over" I say yet he doesn't listen.
"Listennn-" he slurs reaching for me so I grip forward meeting his hand halfway.
Moving swiftly I slam his hand down against the metal of the bar the noise is covered by the loud beat as I see Brock finally stand up to come over.
"If you wanted to be touched sweetheart you should have just asked" I smile too sweetly before feeling his bones crush under my grip watching his mouth open in a silent scream but his friends are too drunk to see the action from behind him.
"Next time I will break every bone in this pathetic hand got it?" I spit glaring at creep.
"Careful Crow" Brock warns making me let go of the man who stumbles back his hand red as his eyes widen as one of his friends stops him from falling back.
"I'd appreciate it if you guys stay away from this one she bites" Brock says making me huff before looking at the time the group leaves under the gaze of the guard despite the guy cursing to his friends showing them his limp hand.
I should have broke it.
"Bossman is running late" Brock says making me look back "from what I hear he is in a bad mood since he has an old friend coming to watch the match" he says leaning on the bar but I ignore him moving to Yelena to help her with the other customers.
"Well I need to speak to him before I finish" I say loud enough for him to hear as I serve a drink my shift ending soon.
"£15.50" I say hearing the man about to complain about the cost but he shuts up as Brock moves closer making me internally sigh.
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Project Eitr- The Professor Of Mischief
Fanfiction"Loki" I moan as his hand wraps around my throat his eyes darkening as his desk shifts on the floor unable to keep still against the force of his thrusts "Don't make me teach you you're manners again little crow" he threatens making me gasp. I knew...
