There Was This Bartender || (jokerxreader)

Chapter 4

Y/N'S POV

(Time skip to Friday)

           Well tonight was "the night" Jason kept calling it. Friday and Saturday nights were apparently the busiest times for the club and I always worked both according to my schedule. Jason said you don't ask for time off for stupid reasons if you want to keep the job, so I hope that I don't have any plans coming up. But I started getting ready at 5, my shift started at 7:30. I got my shower I picked out my outfit. A dark powdered blue button up my black jeans and vans. I had texted that guy Aaron twice since I met him Wednesday night. He seemed nice but really really weird. I didn't let it bother me though. I started to walk to work and finally got there around 7:10. It was my first time entering work through the back door alone and it was sketchy as fuck. In a back alley way behind the club, you would think it would look like the rest of the street, kind of nice and clean but no it's the opposite. It was still rather light out though so it wasn't that big of a deal.

           I walk in and immediately see a girl in the smallest of clothes drinking coffee in the main room. She was smoking a cigarette and had long blonde hair all curled. I smile at her and she waves back. "The names Charlotte, your new aren't you?" She asks me still smoking her cigarette. "Uhhh how did you know." She looks me up and down and puts her cigarette out. "I guess I just have a sixth sense about this stuff," she intimated me, either because she wasn't really wearing any clothes or the fact that this club already scared the shit out of me. She took a sip of her coffee and walked over to me. She was actually quite tall almost six foot. She leans down and puts her hands on my shoulders "Look sweetheart to survive it here play nice, lie low, don't get too comfortable with strangers and obey everything the boss tells ya." She says patting my shoulders and walks to the dancers room. This place is fucked, but there was this thought in the back of my head that really liked it. The thrill of not knowing and wanting to find out.

            I put all my stuff away grabbed my lanyard and walkie talkie and went to my station. I started cleaning all the mess that was left from this morning and handing out a few drinks. It wasn't terribly busy but it was empty. A little bit before 7:30 Jason shows up. "I love that your already here. Oh my god your a go getter." He says sarcastic and mockingly. "Shut the fuck up!" I said hitting him playfully.

            It was now around 10 and it was really busy at this point. People were packed on the dance floor, everyone seemed to be drunk or at least pretending it to have a good time but the club had a crazy loud vibe going on and I honestly liked it. I served a ton of drinks and taking a shit ton of names. I was talking to a few people that came over to the bar to talk and they all seemed really nice. But I remember what Charlotte told me to not get close. So I kept my conversations short and sweet with customers. The music playing in the club was all heavy base dance music. You could feel the bass in your heart it was loud. All the drunk girls were grinding on the floor or with guys. And everyone seemed to love the dancers. I could see from where I was stationed Charlotte dancing with another girl in the platform. They were grinding up against each other and  flipping around on the poll. Honestly she was so beautiful I don't know how she doesn't have thousand dollars in tips already. No one was at the bar and it was nice for a little break.

           I look around the club for a bit and suddenly stop in my tracks when I see a figure walking into the club. Dark alligator coat, white button down and white pants. It was him, the Clown Prince of Crime from the news! Why was he here! Should I call the police! But I didn't think that was a good idea. This man even from the back looked like he was not a man to fuck with. He had green hair slicked back and his dark red lipstick fit his extremely light complexion. It seemed almost dangerous to look at him he had some big men following him closely only look straight ahead with dark sunglasses on. As the man walked around the club he was swinging his cane around and smiling manically. The men escorted him up the stairs and he disappeared. I couldn't stop looking at him the whole way up. Something about him was alluring and I couldn't stop myself.