Sarcasm | Five Hargreeves

68 | dumb or desperate?

The pair reappeared in a bright blast of blue light, standing disheveled in the middle of a dark alley deep within the city. Five huffed at the effort, his hand still gripping Y/N's as he ran his free one through his hair, peering cautiously around their surroundings. Y/N, whose face was paled after the spatial jump, let go of Five's hand to steady herself on the wall next to them, the dizziness settling after a moment of support.

"So...the Mother of Agony, huh?" Y/N inquired, shaking her head to rid herself of her lasting nausea.

Five's eyes flickered over to her, the gnawing anxiousness he felt evident in his hesitant nod. He led her through the winding alley, glaring at a stray cat in vexation after it startled him by popping out of a nearby trash can. The lid of the can cluttered at his feet and he scoffed, kicking it aside.

"What do you think we'll find?" Five questioned, his voice firm as the wooden pub came into view. Numerous motorcycles were parked haphazardly in the middle of the parking lot, along with the hot, steaming engines of cars and their owners, who stood to the side.

Y/N picked up her guard as soon as she took note of the wary expressions on the passerby's faces, absentmindedly shifting closer to the boy beside her. Five felt the same tense atmosphere as soon as they made their presence and he grasped her hand again, pulling her to his other side as they passed a pair of bikers who looked them up and down, shooting Y/N a lecherous look. Five didn't hesitate to give them a withering glare as he continued forward.

Five and Y/N hastily entered the small shack, taking note of the logo painted on the wall across the door. The bar was bustling, men and women clad with leather jackets passing by with full drinks in their hands and a cigarette in the other. Second-hand smoke wafted over in their direction and Y/N held her breath in annoyance, marching forward.

Similar to the parking lot, there were as many curious stares and inquisitive gazes at the pair, their pressed suits sticking out like a sore thumb in contrast to everyone else's frayed jeans and leather jackets.

"What are you doing here, baby?" a woman purred, smirking at Five as her stared trailed over him from up to down. The boy simply ignored her, stuffing his free hand into his pocket as he tore his glare away from the woman, choosing not to retaliate.

Another older man passed by in front of them, asking them if they were lost before taking a long drag from his cigarette. Y/N blew away the smoke that swept into her face, narrowing her eyes at the man before walking away, dragging Five along with her. On a platform a few feet away, a woman danced sensually against a pole, wearing only a red bra and a black thong as she looked down at Y/N and Five in slight shock. The girl tore her gaze away, flustered as the pole dancer made eye contact with her.

"There," Five whispered, nudging Y/N as he pointed his gaze to a door in the back. It read 'Members Only,' adorning the same familiar logo on the front.

Y/N nodded, hustling forward as she pushed open the wooden door. The room was dark, only a few people standing around in the dimmed light. The small lamp was illuminated over a buff man who laid over the chair, his teeth gritted. The light buzzing of a tattoo gun went off in sporadic patterns, the hunched over tattoo artist hidden by the shadows.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with Five before she started forward. "Been looking for you."

The tattoo artist straightened his posture, turning off the gun as he turned around to face them. Y/N's lips parted at the sight of the familiar family friend. The chimpanzee that had been with her every step of the way back in the academy. Pogo turned to face them, a cigarette hanging in his mouth as he met their eyes.