the roommate contract - todomomo

twenty-two \\ "capsaicin causes burning pain"

His name was Austin. Austin DeMarcus, a half-German (Momo knew that was a lie) DJ with a tattoo of a star on each temple, who only wore ripped jeans and V-necks, who claimed he spoke French but when asked refused to say much more than 'Bonjour,' who kept touching Momo's ass as they walked toward a neon-lit club with an actual bouncer at the front door. Now, Momo was a tolerant person, but if he tried to grab her butt one more time she was going to slap him. This was not how she'd planned to spend her night. 

'How did she get into this situation?' the reader asks, horrified by my accurate description of our sweet sweet Momo's horrible horrible date for this evening. Well, to make a long story short, Denki had a lot of DJ friends becuase he used to work as a DJ on weekends (until he upgraded to serving drinks at the bar across town) for extra cash and on this particular night, both he and Shouto were feeling... nostalgic for the times when they used to go to the club that was practically overflowing with drunk, horny girls.

Of course, Izuku and Momo hadn't been all that enthusiastic about it, but Denki offered to get them both dates for that evening so they wouldn't feel left out when he and Shouto got to hitting on drunk girls. The two accepted reluctantly, but not becuase of Denki's very generous offer. The only reason Momo agreed to go was becuase Izuku was stressed out about school starting up and wanted to get shitfaced. The raven-haired girl thought that was a terrible idea, but it wasn't like she was going to let him walk home. 

So, here they were, walking into a club, Momo's date persistently trying to grope her and Izuku's admitting to him that she was actually lesbian, but she didn't want anyone to know just yet. Fun times. 

"I'mma say it, imo, Lili is like, way hotter than J-Lo," Camie shrugged. The girl was a couple of inches taller than Izuku in shiny black heels and a cherry-red skirt hugged her figured nicely as they neared the door. Izuku furrowed his eyebrows in response to her statement, folding his arms across his chest as they stepped in line. 

"But Jennifer Lopez has such symmetrical features," The freckled boy reasoned, rubbing his chin and mulling over the two celebrity face in his mind. He wasn't really that into famous people stuff, but he'd seen Hustlers, and his thirteen year-old-cousin had made him watch all of Riverdale one time when he visited for Spring Break a few years ago. What a ride that was. 

Meanwhile, Momo's "date" was not going quite as well, as her partner who smelled nauseatingly strongly of cologne kept trying to sneak his hand up the skirt of her dress. 

"Hey- Hey, can you stop that?" Momo wouldn't have forgotten the please had she not been supremely annoyed right now. If she had a choice, she wouldn't even be here, she'd be at home reading a book or watching a movie or at the library or really anywhere else. But her roommates wanted to have anonymous sex and get black-out drunk, and she wasn't going to deal with the fallout of one of them throwing up in the back of a cab. 

"Oh, c'mon babe. You're hot what I'm I supposed to do? Just ignore that pretty little ass of yours?" He leaned his head down close to her ear, his breath fanning her face and causing her to wiggle away from him in disgust, as much as she tried not to show it. They were nearing the front now which Momo was grateful for. Her main plan was to just slip away from him among the chaos and try her best to locate either a back exit or a bathroom where she could hide out for the night until her roommates were ready to leave.

"Um, yes. Now, please, stop," she spoke sternly, the polite tone she'd been wearing as a facade beginning to fade into her true feelings which were a stark annoyance and sharp disgust. However, her telling him to stop clearly just looked like a challenge to him, because he only smirked before roughly grabbing her ass and a saying,

"And what if I don't?" She wrapped her hand around the bottle of pepper spray she kept in her purse at all times, fishing it out of her bag and showing it to him clearly in the neon light of the club.