Alcohol Spills [BYAKUYA TOGAMI X READER]

Pre-Prologue 002

A limousine was waiting outside the house for me.  Inside, it was dark and only illuminated by dim purple led lights. The driver was shielded with a tinted black window. The doors stashed dozens of wine glasses and bottles of alcohol. The drive was quiet and short, why I was given a whole limo for this? Im not exactly sure. 

The limo eventually approached the club I'd be bartending at, the music being faintly heard from all the way out here. I exit the limo and it drives off behind me as I walk towards the entrance. 

The club was bustling with presumably paparazzi or alumni of this fashion magazine or whatever. As I said, I'm not so caught up in this realm of business. Flashes assaulted my eyes upon entry. 

"Over here, over here." 

Yet I don't know where if over here is to the left, right or behind me. I manage to wade through the excitable crowd and approach the bar. I stare dumbfounded, well how the fuck am I supposed to get behind this thing? 

I sit on the bar and slide my body across so I pass over the bar and onto the other side. A group of men join on the barstools and begin ordering. Many are boring and uncreative, and order just a beer before running off with their cameras elsewhere. When the bar is quieter, I watch the various performances on the dingy little stage.  After one of the singing acts ended, the lead singer sat at the bar.

"Champagne."
She speaks at me

I frown at her rude bluntness. Unfortunately I am already paid for, for the night and not paid by every guest individually, that means I have to play nice. I maneuver over the bar and pour her a cold glass of champagne and slide it over the wood to her. She cups the glass in her hand and immediately takes a swig. She just squints her eyes at me as she sips, almost judgementally.

"You're outfit is quite boyish is it not?" she retorts.

I really REALLY have to hold my tongue.

"It was the uniform I was given. I have to oblige the clients. Besides, you hold an opinion over my clothing and not my profession?"

"You shouldn't speak to me as such you scum. I don't need a lowly bartender to speak to me as such, don't you know who I am?"

"You  are... the girl from up the stage a few minutes ago?"

"Ugh, I'm The Kaede Shirikima?"

I shrug in response. Genuinely who the fuck is that?

"You don't sound so sure yourself."

"Kaede Shirikima?! From the Diamonds?! Surely you aren't that dense!"

"Ah the Diamonds, last I checked you were all a girl group? I couldn't name any of you individually."

"Well I'm the only one who is actually going to make it big. They think it's just a fun little hobby, and that stardom was just luck. They don't deserve any more than that if that's how they see things."

I roll my eyes.

"Bye bye Bartender. Enjoy your lousy night sweating on your feet."

She finally turns around to leave and a man replaces her seat. 

"I don't suppose you have Asahi do you?" 

He leans his head down on the bar, lying on his arms with a smirk peaking out.

"I think so, what do you want 0% or 0%"

"Huh?"

"You don't look like you're over 18, so the only option I'm allowing is 0%. Take your pick."

"Come on, I know who you are {Y/N} {L/N} and I know you're hardly overage. You shouldn't even be trusted behind a bar, so who are you to refuse a thirsty man your age a drink?"