Klance
Mafia AU!
Uhm, so, idfk what I'm doing.
I'm no good at mafia shit.
It'll probs be more gangster than mafia.
It was a demand from my wife, so I have to do this.
So, I may or may not pull most of this shit from the internet.
Happy reading!
(I'm not really married, guys. That's just what we call each other.)
One more thing; all are 20+ years.
(In the '20s, too)
And there will be sexual content(both - and ~)
"I ain't got squat this past week."
"Hey, man, just take a drink."
"I ain't want your giggle water, man." Keith huffed, tossing his fedora onto the counter beside where Katie sat.
Katie rolled her eyes. "Relax, ya doof. Just a small glass ain't gonna kill ya. Besides, Shiro ain't gonna send you out for a while. Ain't nothin' come up for that. We're still good."
Keith sat down in a stool beside Katie, discreetly admiring her slim, smooth legs. "Hey, what's with the flapper dress, Kats?"
Katie hummed, laying across the wooden bar. "Shiro an' I are gonna put on a show tonight for our guests." She mused and winked, nudging a glass of liquor closer to Keith.
The man chuckled, finally accepting the glass. "That's always a treat. Just try not to do the do on the stage in front of everyone."
She gasped, faking offence. "I would never!" Katie then giggled and shuffled to lay on her back. "By the way, like my hair cut?"
"Cute." Keith twirled a lock of her chestnut hair. "Still ain't a bob."
Katie scrunched her nose. "I don't like 'em. Allura is going to the saloon 'round the corner to get one."
Keith hummed. "Shame. Her hair is pretty."
"And mine wasn't?"
"Nope. It was beautiful." Keith winked with a smile.
Katie grinned and sat up. She looked up as the doors opened and grinned. "Hunk, Hunk!"
Hunk chuckled and made his way over. "Show tonight?"
"Oui, oui, mon cher."* Katie sang kicking her feet as they dangled off the bar.
"Oh." Hunk mused as he sat on the stool on the other side of Katie. "I thought you only spoke like that with Shiro?"
"Je dirai comme je le souhaite à qui je voudrais."* She murmured softly with a wink.
Hunk laughed, then all three looked up as the back door slammed open.
"Takashi?" Katie jumped off the counter and trotted over to him. "Quoi de neuf, chérie?"* Katie placed her palms flat over his chest and hummed as he placed his hand on her waist.
"Some cop thinks he's close to us, and I'm thinkin' I agree." Takashi muttered, brows furrowed.
Katie adjusted his tie and straightened his waist coat. "Put a heater between his eyes, chérie."
Takashi sighed. "I wish it were that simple."
"Is it a 'get close and personal' kinda thing, again? Figure out everything this guys knows and who else all knows?" Hunk asked, rubbing his hands together. "If it is, I got it, boss."
