Revenge is a Dish Best Served...at Night?!

Revenge is a Dish Best Served...at NIight?!

LUCY'S POV

I drew in a shaky breath as I prepped myself for the hell I'll face inside the place of my tormentors. The grand wooden doors shine and glisten in the sun(probably because a poor guild mate was made to by Erza and Mira) with a grand stupor. I plastered yet another fake smile onto my tear stained face when I realized , ' Why do I even bother ?'
I was greeted with the smell of beer and the sounds of punishment being doled out to the naturally rowdy guild.
Only the master dare to even sneak a glance at me but the two remaining exceeds offered me a smile and thumbs up.
I walked numbly towards the bar when I was called out-

"Get out of my seat, you mongrel!"

I ignored whoever it was ,for they have probably done the same to me countless of times.
Instead I said lazily "Ne,Mira, Bellvedere, double short"
Few curious passerby and members from the surrounding tables looked up for a split second but shrugged it off.
Why was the bunny of Fairy Tale straying from her usual of her milkshakes?
You see fairytail was going through tough times. Let's just say our money was carelessly thrown around after the GMG. But you'd expect for the top guild to receive a steady flow right? Wrong. On top of that,the magic council passed a new law which inhibits the winners to a limited amount of requests (they're not even good ones lemme tell ya).
Of course half the guild attempted to obtain or even hold a mundane job unrelated to magic of any kind,but as you can probably guess, their diversity which seperates them from the common folk of Fiore got them fired.
In reaction the desperate fairies began to steal in which the guild soon gained a bad reputation for.
When suddenly a sharp voice cut through my ongoing train of thought like a knife through cheese. Instead of the usual warm brown orbs burning with a friendly fire I was met with a steely gaze as cold as Gray's ice.

"Oi, Lucy, when my girlfriend tells you to get up you get up got that?"

Before I had a chance to even BEGIN my retort , a resounding slap echoes throughout the guild and all eyes turn on us.
I caress my stinging cheek as I sink even lower into my bar stool. The soft cool leather was the only comfort I've received from the guild in months.
The expression on our onlookers faces said they wanted to know what happens next, they held no sympathy whatsoever. In other words they wanted us to continue. To continue our sick play, me and Natsu the demented puppets on a ghastly stage surrounded by carcasses. In a garden of sin where our only audience is the devil in black who shouts for more and the blood red sun that glares at us like a critic.
In one swift move I managed to knock over which I've been sitting on and uppercut the man I thought cared for me.
I don't remember what happened but all I saw was white but the eerie silence of my so called nakama brought me back to reality.

A/N

Thank your for reading this fanfiction and authors note, most people would skip it. I hope you enjoy it, but I apologize for any run-on sentences since this is my first fanfiction.