mr. mafia ━━━ b. urie

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❪ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 ❫

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?!" Amara questions, her eyes going wide at seeing her ex coworker in front of her. He grew his hair out and had the same soft eyes as before.

Andrew scratches his head and looks down. "It's my job." He shrugs.

"A bartender at a casino?!" She says. "I thought you worked at some boujee restaurant?"

"I do." He says, looking around. "That's what I like to call this place." He chuckles.

"Do you know this casino is illegal?!" Amara whisper-yells over the counter.

"Yea, what was I supposed to do? Tell you I'm working at a gang's illegal casino? I don't think so." He scoffs. "Plus I'm getting paid big."

Amara rolls her eyes. "How'd you even get this job anyways?"

Andrew tilts his head. "After you got kidnapped, I knew it was those gang people outside of the 'Tipsy Ostrich' so I just told them that I wanted to work for them." He smiles.

Amara looks at him dumbfounded. "Are you stupid?"

"Maybe."

Amara shakes her head. "But why are you here? What happened to your job at the 'Tipsy Ostrich?'"

"I quit." He shrugs. "Like I said, they pay me big bucks here. Like $100 an hour."

"I highly doubt that's real." She says rolling her eyes. "How'd you know I got kidnapped in the first place?"

"It was kind of a given." He shrugs. "Ever since you told me about them hanging out in the parking lot, I knew one of us will go."

"Are you serious?!"

"Kinda"

"And you never contacted the police?"

He puts his hands up in defense. "I thought I'll get easily killed if I ever did that."

Amara nods her head. "I guess that is true."

"Yea.. so don't come for me." He says eyeing Amara. "Anyways, I'm still working technically, so what can I get you."

"Just a bourbon." She says sighing.