⭌ Jason McCann/Justin Bieber Imagines ⭋

"Did I bruise your ego?"

This is part 2 of the previous imagine. If you haven't read it, gooo do it :-)

Nearly 10 minutes go by since someone has approached the bar. My phone reads 3:14 AM. It is pretty late. There's plenty of other stuff to do at this time rather than spending it at a strip club because you desperately want your cravings and fantasies to become a reality. For example: sleeping.

I spot half empty and empty glasses sitting on multiple tables. Making the decision to clean up in the meantime, I grab a wet cloth, a spray cleaning bottle, and a bucket before locking down the bar and leaving. As I make my way to the first table, I see that intriguing quiff guy. The reflection of his phone flashes brightly on his face, making his facial features become more prominent.

Goosebumps start to rise on my skin as his eyebrows furrow and his lips roll in his mouth. Whatever he's looking at must have really rubbed him the wrong way. Who knows.

Breaking my attention away from him, I clean the tables with the cloth, placing each glass in the bucket along the way.

Cleaning a different table and accidentally knocking a glass to the floor, a loud shatter erupts throughout the area, the incident drawing a few people's attention to me. Great job Lena.

I squat down, about to pick up the first piece of glass. I'm startled when an unfamiliar arm grabs ahold of my wrist. Having this mysterious quiff guy close to me somehow makes my heart rate accelerate a little bit faster. There's a brief silence before we both open our mouths.

"Didn't want those pretty hands of yours getting harmed. You don't mind right?" He flashes me a small grin before he goes into a crouching position to pick up the other shattered pieces. Me on the other hand, I stood there awkwardly.

"Yeah, I don't mind. Thank you." My breath shakes lightly, smiling down at him even though he can't see. I patiently wait for him to finish. Moments later, his figure finally meets mine. Wow, if it weren't for these heels I'm wearing right now, he'd be looking down at me like a toddler.

"Um, I'm assuming those are your friends, from earlier?" I questioned, peering in the direction behind him where Za and that other guy sat at. I proceed collecting more glasses and scrubbing the next few tables with the cleaning supplies, him closely following behind me.

"Yeah. They're pretty wild. So eager towards anyone and anything with ass and tits." He chuckles at his own joke, causing me to slightly laugh too. Noticing I'm not the likeliest of starting up a conversation, he speaks once more.

"Hey, as a bartender, aren't you supposed to be holding down the bar only while other strippers or employees have the position to clean tables and stuff?" He asks with his hands in his pockets. Wow, he was definitely checking me out.

"What makes you think I'm a bartender? What if my job is cleaning tables?" I reverted back to him.

"I saw you when my bro went up to the bar. I couldn't help but stare." He pridefully admits. Well, it's nice to see that we're on the same page here.

"That's cute. But, there are people who hold that position but at this hour, not many want to apply to scrub tables and mop floors at past 2AM, which is why I'm doing it." I huff to myself after realizing how boring this task is. Oh well, more money for me.