Alcohol Spills [BYAKUYA TOGAMI X READER]

Pre-Prologue 001

[A/N]- I feel like a lot of Y/N's story and motive was left unexplained in the main story so I decided to maybe add a small short few parts on an extra story mainly detailing the bartender. I recommend this is read after the main story as it will contain spoilers. This will also not feature any Byakuya as this will again, be more focused on the bartender. It will explain her backstory a bit as well as her motive. This won't be essential to the main plot so if you do not want to read this you can. There should be approx 3ish parts so it really won't be long. Enjoy!

(There will also be extreme topics so err read at your disrection)

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Before we go any further, I suppose I should introduce myself. I am [Y/N] [L/N]. Recently, I have received a letter from the illustrious Hope's Peak Academy herself! They say if you attend you'll be set for life. A new life, a life of guaranteed stardom. Of course, I don't have to worry about that! I'm gonna be famous forever!

When I was six I moved into my brother's home after a freak accident took away our parents. Now, don't pity me and give me this 'oh poor baby what a sad life crap' because I hardly knew the motherfuckers. I don't like pity. Makes me feel like a child. Anyways, I digress, I moved into my brother's home at just age six. He struck gold in some shady business and managed to buy a nice home. I'm grateful for him, truly, without him I would be nowhere after all.

He would have some guests around his home often, downstairs in the basement, down by the bar. I'd sit at the top of the stairs, curious at what they could be doing down there. As I got older, he'd call me down there sometimes and introduce me as his little sister, hand me a Pepsi from the minifridge behind the bar and send me back upstairs on my way.

Even when we didn't have guests he'd be sat down by the bar. Sipping on a whiskey or whatever. When he really felt like it, he'd google some nice martini recipe or something and carefully follow the steps, concentrating hard as if he were studying for a university exam. Whenever I'd laugh at his focused face, he'd dare me to go back there and do it for him, though it was an obvious joke, I wasn't even tall enough to reach the bar yet. When I was 10 I finally took the shaker from him and could show him how its done. His efforts were, cute to say the least. How a man of his big old age could struggle this hard was baffling. 

Since then he'd call me down to the bar every night and watch me follow the most random recipes he could find. He would sit on the stools and watch me shuffle around, left to right. The most time-consuming part of it all was honestly finding the different alcohols. How was I supposed to know his organisation is shit? 

Once I would slide the drink over to him, he'd chuckle and take a sip right before offering me some. I would always refuse. I was 11, and although many children at that age start to rebel, I had simply no interest in the stuff. It always stunk of alcohol once his meetings with these mysterious men were over, and it just subconsciously put me off it. Besides, I understood alcohol was for adults, as sad and goody two shoes as it sounds...

I don't know what on Earth he was thinking when he called me down to serve the filthy drunkards in the basement at 13 years old. He had good intentions I suppose ,but who in their right mind decides to have a young girl make 5 random strangers drinks.

I cannot complain though, that night was the catalyst to my striking success. Those men managed to get me bookings all over the city, paying me, or more so my brother, a good 50,000 Yen on the first night. My brother told me they'd pay us more and get me into better and more prestigious events as long as I begin to memorise the basic drinks.

I wanted to be at these prestigious events, that was my motivation I suppose. During breaktimes at school, I would sit and read the basic ingredients and alcohols, what they would do. As well as basic recipes. If I have finally found something I'm good at, I better be the best. 

A few days after my 14th birthday, I received a 500,000 Yen check and a timetable attached. I had my whole week filled with bookings. Each outlining it's enormous pay. 

At 15 my bookings were overflowing, multiple a day, and some creeping into million yen checks. I was serving the elite, meeting celebrities and becoming a small one of my trade. My media presence was booming. 

At 16, I walk down to the basement. The door was shut, which it never usually was. I pushed open the door... 

My brother lay sprawled on the floor, blood leaking out of his head and a gun stained beside him. I stare down at the ground then at the paper on the bar.

It read something along the lines of:

"You're 16 now, and I'm so sorry you have to see me like this. The house will now be yours, do whatever you like with it. I've reassigned you to a new agent and not those filthy men I used to call friends. The agent will look after you and make sure your work life is balanced and healthy. I trust you will become great in the future. I love you" blah blah blah.

I told you I don't want sympathy. I called the police about 15 minutes later. My brother committed suicide. Still to this day I am not entirely sure what caused it. Probably something with the shady men but I never wanted to press further into it. 

I never saw this so-called agent much, she continued to give me bookings but I was mainly on my own. A few months later I received an envelope in the post. In it contained a letter and a booklet. 

Miss, [Y/N] [L/N] , you have been selected to be Hope's Peak's Ultimate Bartender of class 78.

There was more fluff written but you get the gist. I was recognised by the most prestigious school in Japan! Though I did drop out of school since the death of my brother, this is not an opportunity to be missed. 

I went back up to my bedroom. I was given a specific uniform for tonight's event. Some magazine launch party or whatever. I heard many models might be there, I feel I should  be more excited yet I'm not really caught up in the realm of fashion.