The Deal | Dan x Reader 1930's Mobster AU

Flappers

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(Y/n)'s POV

"He's just creepy," I said, pulling my panty hose so that it would snap back. I continued, repeatedly making the soft thump of material on my leg. A rough hand was placed on my knee and I glanced up at Dan.

"I understand you're bored, I really do, but must you make that noise?"

"Sorry."

"I just don't see how Leopold is creepy," he said, shaking his head. I was sat up on top of his desk, which he had made his way around when I sat.

"He just is. As a woman, he is."

"I'm sure you're just not used to having an older gentleman around."

"Yeah, but he keeps asking me if I need things."

"That's his job," Dan said matter-of-factly and I sighed.

"Fine."

"Now, can't you go hang around Phil?" I pouted and Dan kissed me frown, ushering me from the room. I huffed and headed downstairs. Phil was sat on the couch, reading over the papers, probably the stocks.

"I was sent to hang around you," I said, flopping next to him. He glanced up.

"Annoying Dan?"

"Me? Annoying? Never."

"Mmhmm," he hummed and I groaned.

"All you boys do is read. I mean what more papers are there to do? I'm genuinely considering reorganizing the filing cabinet for entertainment," I said.

"That sounds nice." I groaned again and sprawled on the couch.

"Really, as much as I'd like to do something with you, I'd rather not go out in the rain. And close your legs, you're getting more and more unladylike everyday," he said.

"Okay father," I said. "What if I became a flapper."

"Why on earth would you do that?"

"I don't know, for fun. They get to do whatever they want and have fun. This place just keeps getting more and more boring."

"You're acting like a little girl."

"You're acting like an old man!" I replied and he sighed.

"Where do you want to go?" He asked. I placed a finger on my chin, pretending to think.

"Milkshakes?"

"Yes and why don't we go to a sock hop and pass out newspapers on the street corners."

"You're no fun."

"I can be fun."

"That's unladylike, you're acting like a child, you can't enjoy milkshakes u less you're a baby," I mocked and he glared at me.

"Fine. Milkshakes it is then."

"Yes! I'll go get my shoes!" I called, hopping up. I ran past to my room.

"Did you need anything miss?" I whipped around to see Leopold passing with a laundry basket. I eyed him for a minute before shaking my head and entering my room. I was careful to lock my door too.

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The milkshake place was what anyone would expect. It was slightly dirty, but still quite shiny looking. Tiles covered both the floor and the walls in a terribly ugly pattern. There was a heavy, clean smell; almost too clean. The booths were an uncomfortable vinyl and far too close to the table so that one had to squeeze in to sit. The waiters passed out milkshakes on big plastic trays held above their heads, with tall, soda-shop glasses.