Stranger (Handsome Jack X OC)

Bar Fight

Hi, my name is Riley. I know what you're thinking. Here's this bitch, about to tell us her life story, blah blah blah.

Well, no, that's boring. I'll tell you where I am, right here, right now. I'm at my dead end job in a dead end place on a dead end planet. I was sitting in front of a mirror, putting my makeup on like it didn't even matter. Staring at the lingerie draped over my breasts and glancing behind me to view my ass.

You guessed it! I'm a stripper!

I strip at a small club in Hollow Point named Lickity Split. Needless to say, I actually didn't mind it and the money was good. My boss, Vallory, was never around either, just us girls and the bartender. It was sort of nice, it was almost like I ran the place. But if Val knew I thought that way she'd probably send someone to cut off my lips. No, not my mouth lips... THOSE lips.

Anyways, my cue is about to chime, sooo...

"RILEY! YOU'RE UP!" My nemesis whispered.

Why was she my nemesis? Oh ya know, stealing my limelight of course. Fucking Crystal...

"Now let's give a warm welcome to our town favorite, CHARDONNAY!" I'd managed to never come up with a good stripping alias.

Stripper name, whatever you call it. Alias just makes me sound more professional.

I start to strut out of the curtain, feeling my hips pop from side to side, stomping my stilettos into the floor. I felt powerful each time I made my entrance, it was sort of like my mantra.

Biting my lip, I wave out to all the boner fixated men I couldn't see before reaching around my back and unhooking my bra.

I let the cups rest on my breasts as I continue forward, letting it fall whenever it chooses to, which happened to be right when I reached the pole.

Wrapping my legs around the warm (from the other women) metal, I spin around slowly, tipping my head backward as someone slips a hundred into my mouth. A fucking HUNDRED!

I try to see his face but he turns around immediately, walking the direction of the door.

I tuck the cash into my cheek and manage to keep it in there for the rest of my set. I needed to tell Fi that I just got TIPPED a hundo. Also, someone would definitely try and steal this from me, I wasn't letting anyone take it.

By the end of the few songs I had chosen, I bounce off stage, my bra in hand.

"Fi!!" I shout, running backstage to find a robe to slip on.

"She's at the bar, idiot."

"She's at the bar, idiot. Shut the fuck up Crystal." I mock.

"Bitch." I hear her mutter under her breath.

I was almost too excited to pay attention. Sure, I made about 150 in ones, but a whole 100 was slipped into my mouth as my first tip!

I begin to wrap my silk robe around me, pushing my hair to the side before looking Crystal up and down with a smile.

"You look like a donkey butt fucked an innocent, non-consensual bunny rabbit." I wink and hear her scoff but, I was already on my way to see Fi.

I saw my beautiful best friend at the bar, sipping scotch and watching the glorious Heather shake her ass on the catwalk.

Before Fiona can take a drink of her booze, I slip the same hundred into her mouth, watching her spit it back out into my hand.

"Ew! That's- that's wet! Where has that been?! You're so sick!" She chugs the rest of her scotch and I watch her with glowing eyes.

"Oh ya know... My mouth." I grin, unfolding the paper to show Fiona exactly what the bill was worth.

"Holy shit! Someone tipped you THAT?!" Fiona had a huge smile on her face, watching me nod slowly.

"Drinks are on me tonight. I've finished my set so... Let's get shit faced."

I slam the hundred onto the bar and Nigel looks down at it.

"What would you like, Riley?"

"Everything a hundred will get me." I chuckle as Nigel hands Fi and I a couple glasses of whiskey to start.

We clank our glasses together and down both drinks in a matter of seconds.

"Another!" I clap, smashing my glass against the floor, hearing it shatter.

You all know what that's from...

"Dude!" Fiona bolts forward, pushing through the crowd.

I turn around to hand her another drink and I notice she's missing, and then I hear Heather scream.

Then there's a loud gun shot and I look up at Heather, she's in the grip of some guy. I couldn't see his face.

"Fucking... Dammit. I'm not letting some dickhead kidnap another one of my girls." I drink me and Fiona's whiskey, very tipsy, before marching my way to the stage.

I grab the guys wrist, bending it backwards, which in turn released Heather. She scurried away quickly and I watched her jump into Fiona's arms.

I laugh and turn to the guy, shaking my head at him.

"Hands off the merchandise." I growl.

The guy had his head down in agony, in pain. But when he came back up to look at me, he wore a large grin and.. a GORGEOUS face.

Maybe I should've let him take Heather. Id let him fuck me. Who wouldn't? The guy was seriously gold.

That is until he decided to punch me in the fucking FACE!

I tug his arm back, throwing him into the crowd and onto the floor.

"You! You made my nose bleed! You handsome son of a bitch!" I tilt my head back and hold my nose, but at this point I was too pissed.

I didn't care anymore, he punched me!

I jump off of the stage, pouncing onto his lap. And, as I straddled him, I punched the shit out of him, punch after punch. It didn't seem to be doing anything though.

"What the hell are you-" The man flips me around and throws me over his shoulder.

"So you're the one in charge of this place." I hear him speak.

Fuck even his voice was like... Little baby angels.. Humping a unicorn.

"Yeah? No shit, Sherlock."

I feel his hand tighten around my ass before he smacks it.

"Never would've expected that." He mutters before shooting the man in front of us down.

I notice Fiona step forward and I shake my head at her.

"I'll be alright, just some psychotic asshole looking for momentary love! I'll probably be back tomorrow!" I laugh at her, but my laugh was a little more nervous than usual.

Normally if a guy wants to have sex with one of the girls it really isn't this big of a shit show. And normally a guy doesn't literally KILL to get laid.

But, it was Pandora. Lots of weird shit happens here.

Like being pulled out of a strip club after watching Mr. Universe attack your friends and kill a guy.

Yupp, that's Pandora for you.