( G!p Leigh-Anne )
3rd pov:
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"I'll get the next round sir." You say walking up to the bar next to a pretty lady. "Aren't you a child?" She asks. "Only in the ways that matter." You smirk. "Y/n." You say sticking out your hand. "...Leigh-Anne." She sighs. "I've been watching you drink, Leigh-Anne. I get the feeling you got a hard job. I wonder what it takes to please you. That's the job I want. Part time, full time, I wanna be good at it, bad at it. I wanna get premoted, fired, corner office, hostile takeover workplace accident. I'm on my knees, Leigh-Anne, praying, worshiping, begging. What ever you want." You sniffle abit, "What do you think about that?" You use a pick-up line that she as never heard before. She looks over at the girls before sighing. "Okay. Fuck it." She tells you. "Tink!" You smile clinking your glasses together.
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A couple weeks later the girls were finding out who their opening act for tour. Low and behold it was. A barely preganat you.
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