Y/n moved in from the country. She's an amazing singer and is looking for something where she will be able to show her talent.
What happens when she finally finds a job and meets an interesting bartender...?
(Inspired by Burlesque and @KanekiBarbie)...
Btw Todoroki is wearing the same uniform as Baku-baby
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I blushed immediately out of embarressment from my boldness.
"S-sorry... I guess I am feeling a little wonky from stress..." with my right hand I rubbed the back of my head and looked down.
"Oh... and I forgot to tell you... My name is Y/n and I need a Jack Daniels for table five..." I said while biting my lip.
The colored haired man nodded and took a glass to fill it up. "My name is Shoto Todoroki"
"So... is it natural...?"
He looked over at me and quirked an eyebrow. "My hair...?" he asked.
I poked my fingers together while pouting my face. "Yeeeeees..."
I'm not sure, but I could have sworn I saw a smile on his face. "Nope. I like to keep people guessing my real hair color."
My eyes flickered to his eyebrows.
"Brown."
He stared at me for a minute with wide eyes, then hesitated. "Those are colored too..."
I frowned and leaned forward and flicked his forehead with my fingers. "Dummy."
"Well, I the Dummy, need you to do your job." He handed me the Jack Daniels and I pouted.
"Aww~ you just want me to leave~" I took the alcoholic drink into my hand and frowned. Without another thought I turned around and made my way to table five and placed the drink down on the table.
"About time!" the man shouted.
A mark appeared above my head as I bit my tongue.
"What they say is true! Women belong at home!"
Oh the fuck did this little bïtch just say...? Oh game on.
I yanked the fucker by his shirt's collar and I pulled his face close to mine. Calmly, I tried to talk in a sweet yet quiet voice. "Say that again. I dare you. Because if you don't I'm going to shove my big fat veiny c*** down your throat and I'm going to squeeze your balls till blood spurts out you little whore. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you bitch?"
The man-whore's face went pale. I pressed my lips against his cheek and left an imprint of my shiny lipgloss. With a smirk I pulled out his wallet, took out ten dollars, then shoved the money down my bra as I placed his wallet back on the table.
"Bitch..." I said while gritting my teeth as I walked away.
As I walked away Jason Derulo's song Zipper came on. Fitting.
The colored haired guy was smirking at me. And damn... it was sexy.
As I walked up to him I started singing the lyrics. "Make make me beg beg for it~"
Surprisingly, he sang the lyrics back.
"Mama taught you well cause it ain't about the booty but the brain~ baby~"
Daaaaamn. His voice was like honey being drizzled all over sweet fine abs.
"I-I-I-I wanna ri-i-i-i-ide~" I sang back and smiled at him.
"All aboard!"
"Up and down like a-" I dropped down on the floor
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and I continued, "zipper zipper!!" Then I bounced back up.
He looked at me surprised. "You know, most girls here can't drop down like that."
"What? Why?" I tilted head confused. "Are they just all white girls?"
Personally, I don't know why but he looked a little thrown off. "I guess you could say that..."
