[Y/n] sighed. She should be glad with the many costumers tonight. But instead the only emotion she felt was tiredness. If you could call it an emotion that is. On top of that, was the bar not hers which means that she didn't really care about its financial state.
Not the mention that the drunken flirts here and there didn't make her night better. The fact that those flirting guys were uglier than pigs didn't help either.
There was a time were the [L/n] family had a great name all over the country. They were known for breeding the more swift en strongest horses of the land. Not anymore though. After the big houses disappeared one by one, disappeared their costumers. Well the one's who could actually pay for the horses. Their strength and speed made them quite valueble. But due this event, her family had now gone bankrupt and she worked in a bar under an inn that's so old, she was pretty sure that the wood was rotting away.
Just when [Y/N] thought her night couldn't get worse, started a drunk guy shouting something she didn't quite understand. Not due his accent or anything like that. Only because of his drunken mutter.
She didn't pay any attention to it. At least at first. She only did when he started to ruin the place with a bar fight. She was lucky when her company dragged him away before she had too. Even though she worked at a bar, she hated dealing with drunk people.
But that crest on his back felt familiar. From a memory that tickled in the back of her head, teasing her for not remembering where it's from. Of course this could be a family weapon, but it wouldn't surprise her if it was just decoration. Not to mention that she had never met someone from the big houses. She only marked, bred and trained their horses. But never saw her costumers. That was her father's job. She shrug it off. It was impossible to be one of them. Especially since they have all been eradicated, even though that sound a bit too dramatic for her preference. But if it was a family weapon It was probably just a guy who stole that shirt from one of their corpses. Being a good thief is hard these days.
A few more hours and [y/n] could go to bed. Not that she would sleep much, since the wooden walls didn't stop the sound of others making love on the same floor. Or the one above her depending on how lucky she was. Which meant that this would be a long night, as usual. The sound of someone vomiting echoed through the packed room. Oh yes, this would be a long night.
A/n: I did something different than every fic I saw until now because I like being different lol
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The One Who Fled |Trevor x Reader|
FanficAfter losing more gold than she could count, [Y/n] and het family were scattered around the country in an attempt to pay their debts. However, [Y/n] is tired of the long and energie draining night in the inn were she works. Luckey for her, did she m...
