Let The Radio Play《 Alastor x Reader 》

And All That Jazz

I look ridiculous... argh, I hate dresses..

"Doll, I think my work here is done." Mimzy giggles, clearly delighted in her handiwork. She places one of her small hands on my bare shoulder, bending at the hip bringing her head next to mine and staring into the mirror at me. "You'll do, my child. You'll do just fine."

The mirror is ornate, the top curving and dipping, its center coming to a point. Its covered in a red velvet and tufted, large yellow shining light bulbs caressing its curvature. I'm seated in front of the vanity, staring back at myself.

Mimzy insisted on detangling my hair, brushing and smoothing it out. A tuft of coppery red fills the space between my ears, sweeping to one side and covering most of my forehead before coming to a point. The remainder of my hair is straightened, cascading in clean tendrils down and barely brushing my shoulders at its longest tips. Glittering gold eyeshadow peaks out between smokey black liner and shadow, flicked into a cat eye. She added the gold glittery shadow beneath my eyes, making my eyes seem larger.

More vulnerable and prey-like.

Mimzy had found this skin-tight black dress in an old closet of the prep room. The shoulder straps were thick and loose, meant to droop across my biceps, with a sheer twill material making up the sleeves that cuffed with a pearl at the wrist. The sleeves were nearly see through, with a slit so that as I moved my arms, my bare skin peaked through, and retreated back within the fabric. Its tightest point around my bust, pushing my chest up and exposing my fluffy cleavage. My hips, wider than the dress wanted to allow, stretched almost uncomfortably and ended only halfway between my hips and knees. The only reprieve I had for the horrible thought of bending over too far was the fact I could cover my behind with my tail. Mimzy matched it with four inch velvet black ankle boots, with an open toe, and a string of pearls around my neck.

All I have to do is make it through tonight and then I can figure out what to do. Just make it through tonight.

I smile softly at Mimzy, and thank her. The next twenty minutes Mimzy runs me through what to do, where to find the drink trays, and etiquette in the club. As she gives me the instructions, she's careful to reassure me every few minutes and asks me to repeat back what she's saying. We're both feeling more at ease, smiling becoming easier between us. Less strained, and confidence in each other growing.

Outside of the prep room, the sound of chatter slowly grows as patrons trickle in for the evening show. A wolf demon pokes his head in the doorway, smiling and enthusiastic as he speaks.

"Ladies, I could use some help out here. It's getting busy!" He ducks back out. Mimzy squeezes my shoulder and rights herself back up. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, correcting a smudge in her shadow and turns to head out into the bar area. "Show time Y/N!"

I stand and follow Mimzy out into the main bar. I head to the bar first and get the run down on the patrons and their drinks yet to be served from the wolf demon. Working in tandem, he fills the drink orders and I serve them to the various tables and booths.

Time seems to pass by quickly, Mimzy has taken to a single bar stool on the raised stage, a band playing jazz off in a corner of the club as she soulfully belts out lyrics to their respective songs into an old, well used microphone. For me, its nostalgic and familiar. I've been in many clubs like this, both as a patron and as an employee. It feels like home, and my feet float to the rhythm of the trumpets, the saxophone, the deep reverberating drum. I can't help the wide smile on my face as I move about the club, checking on guests and refilling orders.

A few demons catcall me, some try to cope a feel when I'm within their reach. It doesn't phase me, twirling and dancing around their advances. This isn't any different than when I was alive, the drunker they got the more of a game it became for me to avoid their unwarranted attempts.