𝟷𝟺𝟽𝟷 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.
𝙲𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚘
(𝙽𝚘𝚞𝚗) : 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜.
It's a Friday night and the club was brimmed with people of every aesthetic and profession, trying to converse over the bass of the music at the club. Being a bartender on a Friday night is both the best and worst thing ever, the work and hours are hell, but the money... The money's worth it.
You mixed the requested concoctions of the men and women, young and old, in front of you, and as you walked about behind the counter they ogled your body, admiring your outfit and the way you carried yourself.
(Take your pick. Or not.)
↓It's your job to look good so you always tried your best.
Every person that came up to the bar left you a complement, a huge tip and some of them asked you out, but miserable married folks weren't exactly your type.
"Y/N-chan!!!~", Miya cheered as she ran over to you. She leaned on the counter her bikini bra top holding on for dear life as her boobs almost fell out of it. "Sweet, sweet, Y/N-chan! I need two Cosmopolitans, a Martini and...." She inhaled "A Bloody Mary" she placed a hand on her chest.
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