“H-hey! Stop it!” I yell while being harassed by a crowd of drunken lunatics. Sometimes I hate working at a bar. I work at Sina Bar, one of the craziest cosplay bars ever. After about ten minutes of the harassment, I feel someone pull me away… “Hey! What are y-“
“Shut up brat, I’m helping you!” Is that the… the bartender? I’ve never met him before, but he’s so cold… and scary… We end up in the back room with the dressing rooms for all the dancers. “Are you okay?”
“I-I uh, I- yes…”
“What the hell is wrong with you brat?” I can’t even respond, I’m scared shitless by him and his death glare. “Oi, brat! Answer me!”
“I’m sorry… I’m just a little freaked out…”
“Well, since your fine, I’m leaving”
“O-Okay…” I flop on my couch as he leaves. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?!’
It’s the next day and I’m running to school, because a certain alarm clock didn’t wake me up. ‘Shit, shit, shit, shit!’ as soon as I actually get to school, the last fucking bell rings. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” All the doors are locked and I’m standing in the lobby completely helpless. “Another missed day of school… Great… Just fan-fucking-tastic…”
I decided to go write the rest of my report at the coffee shop. Maybe then Professor Erwin won’t murder my face… When I get there the most unexpected thing happened. The bartender was there. I wait in line to order, right behind him. When he does order he turns around to face me.
“Oh, hello brat”
“It’s Eren, shorty…”
“What did you just call me?”
“Nothing…” He grabs his coffee and goes to sit. I order mine and go sit as far away from him as possible. ‘Why does he have to be here? Does life just hate me today? I mean first I’m late for class, now I have this douche getting in my business… Just great… Today’s totally a win; not’ I open up my laptop and start writing my twenty page essay.
“Oi, brat. What are you doing? And, shouldn’t you be in school right now?” Oh look, it’s Mr. Douche…
“It’s called a twenty page essay that’s due tomorrow…”
“Don’t get cocky, I did save your life last night.” I roll my eyes but receive a slap to the face for it.
“What the fuck was that for?!”
“I told you not to get cocky” His voice sounds so cold…
“I’m leaving now…” I grab my coffee and run; run far way.
Later that night, I sit in my dressing room praying to God that Aerian Coconut doesn’t lecture the shit out of me. But, at the moment I really don’t care about that. All I hear right now is Jean and Marco making love next door.
“Shut up you two!!!!!!!!!!” They obey me and I hear them scurry away. “Idiots…” Suddenly my door bursts open, which scares the shit out of me. “The fuck?!”
“Hello brat” Ugh, it’s shit-face-mcgee.. “Today’s cosplay is military” He throws me a navy blue uniform and a tie. “Now hurry, or else…”
