There Was This Bartender || (jokerxreader)

Chapter 21

Y/N POV

    We stayed with Jason for a bit talking and I told him I'd try and keep in touch but just to make sure he knew I wasn't in danger. Well not entirely in danger. Frost then told me that if we didn't get back then J would get really mad. We went back to the elevator and back to the booth. J and Floyd were just talking like normal when J noticed Frosts black eye and cut. "The hell happened to you?" I sat next to J and he put his arm around me. Frost just returned to his post. "I fell down the stairs." J lets out an insane laugh that fills the whole booth. Floyd gives a little nose laugh as I just look solemnly at Frost, thankful that he stepped in when he did.

     We sit there for about an hour drinking and taking lines. I get bored though when J and Floyd just start talking about business. There's not much for me to join in on in the conversation. So I pay J's leg and go talk to the dancers I know on the platform. We talked for a bit about what happened to me and where I am right now, until some people in the crowd got annoyed that we weren't dancing. So we decided to dance to the music they were playing. I started grinding my hips to the music and dancing on the other girls. I was pretty fucked up so it was fun to dance up there. I could tell J was looking and growling from the booth. I look over and see Floyd flirting with one of the dancers and J's eyes are locked on me. I start to make eye contact and dance harder to the music and then my my stomach turns to knots...

JOKER POV

     I growled in my seat watching my Y/N dance on on the stage. She drove me crazy and she knew it. I was about to do something about it when something caught my attention. It was George, he just fucking sauntered into my booth like he owned the damn place. He looked like shit. His face was cut up and he had a black eye. He sat down farther away from me but not close to Floyd either. Floyd was just staring at me looking a little nervous. The girl on his arm started to notice the tension and got up and left.

'Smart girl'

     I wanted to kill George, he was so fucking self entitled that he thinks this is ok.

     "Hey J, ain't that Y/N up there?" He slouched down the booth and pointed to Y/N dancing up on the platform no longer paying attention to me. I growl and grip my cane propped up next to me. Floyd and I are on edge ready to react when George was sitting in between us seemingly drunk. He laughed after looking at both of us. "Yeaaaa mate he hates me." He points at me while talking to Floyd. "He hates me cause he knows I could fuck his lady if I wanted to."

'THAT WAS FUCKING IT'

'Play this smart play this smart'

'KILL HIM'

     I had these voices telling me all these things at once but I knew what I was doing. "Ohhhhhh you want my Y/N now don't you?" George looks a bit more worried now that I interjected. "I'd have her yea." He laughed sticking out his tongue. He disgusted me. I smiled vindictively and bowed in front of him with my arms out. Then I looked to Y/N and whistled for her to come to me. She was smart she did as she was told and came over speed walking. She came up and grabbed my arm and got close to me as I stared at George. "Ya see Y/N this man right here wants ya! And I've known that for a while, so why don't you let it all out no Y/N! Let him see what he's been wanting." I sit down and put my arm around George. He's now very uncomfortable, good. I needed him to be for the next part wouldn't be as much fun if he wasn't exactly how I wanted him. I motioned for Y/N to take it off, all off. She did as she was told, and the only reason why is cause she was too fucked up to think about it. She shrugged the loose fitting dress off and onto the floor. She was wearing a thong and she wasn't wearing a bra. I could hear all the whistles and howls from men looking at her from this floor.  It was taking EVERY FIBER IN MY BEING to not blow up and kill everyone staring at her. I look over to George who was staring at my Y/N like fucking dog drooling over a treat. I grab his jaw and hold it and whisper in his ear. "If you want her you can have her... but you see all those tattoos and the way she's here... she's mine George... she's mine..." he breaks his daze and looks at me. Before he can react I take my cane and hit him over the head with it. "DONT! LOOK! AT! MY! THINGS!" He falls to the ground and slowly I can see the blood pooling around his head. Y/N had already pulled the dress back up and was now standing close behind me. I throw the cane down and grab her, pulling her into a tight hug. I cradle her head and stroke her hair before setting her down on the booth. "Frost get him to the basement. I'll be home soon and I'll let myself out and start the car." He nods and gets a few men to carry George's lifeless body out of the room. Floyd was just sitting across from us sipping on the new drink he got. "Never a dull moment." He says taking another sip. I let go of Y/N with one hand grab my drink. We raise our glasses and toast before throwing them back. I laugh once the drink goes down and warms my stomach and throat.