(Y/N) lives a typical live. Normal apartment, normal job, normal...everything. Well it would have been normal had she not been dealt an unfavorable hand with fate. A $500,000 debt fate. So what's left for this poor girl to do? Clearly, get a better...
(Y/N) POV Summer Monday - July 10, 2023 5:20 p.m. Thousand Sunny Club ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And just like that, the weekend was over and Monday came. Monday always comes fast, like me after having the best sex of my life. Which has been maybe two time at most for me but that's okay.
Today I need to go back to work and I've been dreading it. After a good few weeks off after the whole Shanks thing I started to remember something important:
1. I have a job. 2. I have a debt.
Oh to be a fictional character that doesn't have these worries.
Regardless, I sat in front of my vanity and decided to put on my makeup which comprised of foundation, a smoky eye look, and some highlight. My uniform was mainly black so I wanted to fit the theme and... maybe draw his attention to me. I get that we might just be having casual sex without strings attached but curse my needy "pick-me" heart.
Once my makeup was complete, and sealed with setting spray, I walked to my closet and picked my dress for tonight.
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This was perfect. I smiled and spun around for the mirror as I smiled seeing how elegantly the dress shaped me. It showed off my curves and everything else that screamed "Damn girl". I looked good and no one can tell me otherwise.
Is what I wished I felt, but whatever I can think as I please.
I put on my heels which I was dreading due to having to wear stilettos all night until my feet ached and I quickly made my way out of the room and down the stairs. By now, the others have left to resume their jobs as usual and Nami was already on her shift. I rushed out of the house, as fast as I could in heels, and got onto the bus that took me to the club. Let's just home and pray that nothing violent happens tonight, I could use a freaking break from "mafia" and "gang" violence.
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After a very awkward and judgmental bus ride to the club, I walked inside and sighed seeing the usual clientele inside. These were basically just men surrounded by their guards and women and very wealthy people.
Basically people who don't make minimum wage and don't cry after spending $35 at the grocery store.
I walked over to the office, clocked in, and grabbed my pen and notepad as I walked out to the main room. I looked through the crowds and my heart slowly fluttered like a school girl once I saw Luffy speaking to some people at his booth. He radiated power, and pure raw heartlessness that made him almost intimidating. Even the women around could tell and they were all practically drooling at the sight. Annoyingly, I pouted and glared at them almost jealous that they were even bothering to stare.
