Warning : Lemon [Meaning Smex and/or Smexy Situations], Fetishes, Swearing, Violence
Credit (s) :
You (c) You
Homestuck & All its Wonderful Characters (c) Andrwe Hussie
Cover Picture (c) It's wonderfull Artist -not me-
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Reader’s P.O.V.
I stared, eyes slightly narrowed, across the bar. Blinking, and averting my eyes from the Ampora, I resumed to cleaning out the clear glass with a worn rag, but my mind still wandered to Eridan. Eridan fucking Ampora. I could feel myself starting to snarl at the thought of the pompous prick.
“[Name]?” I turned my head, facing the familiar face of my moirail. Her gaze flitted to my kismesis for a second before returning to me with a slight scowl.
“Ampurra? [Name], I know mew two are in black relationship, but could mew get a hate-boner fur him when mewr not on-the-job.” She purred, obviously amused at the light blush that now tinted my cheeks.
I scowled, reminding myself to scold Sollux for corrupting my dear moirails mind with his Captorness.
“Shut it Nep… Any particular reason why you’re here, I know you don’t drink.” She gave a fang-filled smile.
“Shipping wall needs to be updated! Anothfur ship set sail. I’ll need mew over tomorrow. I’ve been busy lately so there’s quiet a mew things that need changing.” She purred happily. Of course she was probably most exited about her own shipping charts, we had only recently become moirails. And she had gained a matesprit in Equius.
I reached over the bar counter and patted her hat-clad head.
“Sure, I’ll be over around noon … ish. No need to wait up for me though.” Her blue tail swayed happily beside her.
I was called over by a customer, giving Nepeta a slight wave goodbye before heading over to take the man’s order.
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I sighed, flipping my phone shut. Luckily there was only one person her too drunk to drive home and it wasn’t that hard for me to get a hold of a taxi, the others were making there way out the door of my bar.
Well, all of them except for Eridan Ampora that is. I groaned, knowing exactly what he wanted, and knowing I would give in without a fight. Curse him and his masochistic little ass.
I watched, making sure all the nearly-drunk men left before I walked over to the sea-dweller, taking my alcohol-stained apron off in the process and throwing onto the coat rack as I passed by it.