PLEASEPLEASEPLEAEEPLEASEPLEASE I FW YOUR YANDWRE NIGHTCLUB SO BAD YOU ACTUALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND bartenders give me the absolute best gender euphoria and like. I'm kissing your forehead (with consent) I love you thank you my kids have been watered my crops fed I hope your next days and the rest of the month will be the most absolutely joyful or as joyful as it could get thank you 🙏🙏🙏🙏
Of course, of course I'm glad to have fed the children, I've decided to make this MC both sketchy and an airhead because I couldn't choose. All your comments mean a lot even if I've been no contact for a while.
Reader Type: Sweet, Airheaded, Mysterious, Dangerous, Calculated
You walk into the black and neon pink building aptly named "The Flamingo" whistling as you button up your light brown vest. Another day another dollar, this time you were earning legally! Starting fresh was hard but well worth the sense of peace you began to feel. Already a week and you've been promoted to bartender!
At the front door you are greeted by a burly figure wearing a barn owl mask. The sight of this tall intimidating figure made your grin widen. "Hey Barnie, just checking in for my shift!" The figure stares out of the wide beady eyes of the mask. You smile pleasantly as "Barnie" as you dubbed him holds the door open for you.
Before opening time, the rose-colored nightclub was almost peaceful. The few employees milling about in their assigned bird masks. You zero in on your fellow bartender, "Raven". The individual was covered head to toe in an all-black outfit, the only thing visible was their dark purple hair that shown glossily under the lights.
"Raven!" You chirp gleefully at the sight of the sharp beaked plague doctoreque mask they wore. "Raven" seemed to perk up under their mask at the sound of your voice. "(Y-) I mean Mourning Dove, where's your mask?" Oops silly you it was on the back of your head. You giggle at your own silly mistake. Fixing the dove mask with soft light brown and gray coloring to your face.
"How do I look?" You tease while spinning around multiple times. Two firm gloved hands stop you from falling over. "Dizzy." Raven responds causing you to giggle at your coworker again. Silly Raven, always so literal.
"Hey Dovey, how've you been?" You beam at the sight of Robin in all her tomboyish glory. Robin's short bright red hair made her look almost like a cardinal, especially with how it stands up in little spikes.
"Hi Robin, I like your new suit jacket it's very nice." Robin normally wears a loosely buttoned red shirt and black leather pants, but she was also wearing a brown suit jacket today. Robin shakes her masked face and sighs. "Flamingo thought it would be best to "look more professional", I think the bastard's mad I can actually get some." The robin mask turns to look at you.
"Speaking of you free after this Dovey? I know we shouldn't meet outside of work but I'm dying to know if you're as cute as you sound." Wowie the Robin asking you out on a date, you never thought you'd see the day. Coyly you drag your pointer finger along the grain of the wooden bar top. Before you can agree Raven interjects "Robin you know the rules, no outside interaction unless necessary." Oh, right the rules do say that.
Robin shrugs before turning to you one last time. "Guess we'll have to have our little date during a break. Bye bye dovey!" With that the woman struts confidently off to do her job. "Bye Robin!" What a nice woman!
A warm arm wraps around your shoulder as your coworker bends down to your level (you're shorter than raven no matter how tall you are). "You know you really shouldn't encourage her, she's real dangerous." You smile at the small pout in the taller person's voice.
"Aw Raven you care about me?" Raven's a big softie and you exploit this fact as seeing them flustered made your day. However, you felt a sour taste enter your mouth at their words. Every single person working for/ affiliated with "The Flamingo" was dangerous.
"The Flamingo" was in full swing as patrons were laughing and dancing while the pulsing music plays. The noise didn't bother you too much as you put in a pair of earplugs. Raven was making a drink for some client when you hear someone sit down rather harshly
"Make something strong, I don't care what it is." A haggard looking guy in a white collar uniform smacks you with a pile of cash before laying headfirst on the bar. "Okie dokie!" You decide to make a Long Island Iced Tea since he didn't specify. Mixing and humming you turn when you hear crying. "I just don't understand why she won't except me!" The sloppy man cried out without alcohol, ooh boy this isn't good.
"Aww what's the matter, troubles with your girlfriend?" You coo as you set the drink down. The man doesn't answer as he slams the drink down far too fast. "She got a restraining order against me, she said she wouldn't! I thought we were fine but now she doesn't want to see me!" Normally you needed to ply customers with a few more drinks before they discuss darlings but not this guy. He's probably unstable because of the heartbreak, the poor man (don't feel bad for him)!
"That's awful! How could she do that to you?" You set down another drink and receive more cash. The more alcohol he drank the more confident her became. "Right?! We've been destined since childhood; then my soulmate abandons me because I killed her boyfriend." Hmm interesting.
"Did you know her schedule?" The man stares confused and drunk at your patient form. "Well, I-" "You claim to love her and don't know her full schedule. If you're going to have an obsession, do it right, and don't murder near her." Geez these jokes of yanderes get worse every time.
You hated when people claimed passionate and obsessive love and then wuss out or act stupid. It was disgusting to think that poor girl was being stalked by suck an amateur. You bet you could kill this guy and do that woman a favor. Gripping a concealed fruit peeler, you imagine what damage you could do.
Oh, dear the thoughts are back, bad dove bad. You're grateful for Raven's interference even if they weren't aware of your thoughts. No need to get fired over a "mistake". Besides it's just one guy how bad can it be tonight.
You feel like stabbing someone or yourself, how in the world did all of the yanderes in this city suck so much? These dangerous predators who put fear into innocent people were hopeless. You felt every bit of peppiness drain from your body with each man, woman, and person who entered and complained.
These people chose to be dangerous and live on the dark side when they could have a nice normal life with a mutual love. A life you always dreamed of.
A life you would kill for.
It's just not fair that you have to do illegal things to get by. Each complaint from these whiny and selfish individuals got to you very bad. Next person who even breaths on you is in trouble.
"What the fuck to you mentally deranged assholes want now?!" This was completely unlike you and scared everyone around you. You saw red as the poor soul shook in front of you.
Now that you see this girl or effeminate person, they look...harmless. Short light blue hair shaped into a bob complimenting her round freckled face and a pale plush body covered in a cheap trashy maroon dress that clashed with her appearance. Her eye makeup was also smudged from crying which made you soften. Poor girl was having a rough night too.
"Oh, sorry about that, I thought you were one of the weird drunks here." The girl laughs softly still looking nervous but a bit more comfortable. "No, my sister and her friends came here to pick up hot guys."
"I'm guessing your silly sister put you in that dress." The girls pale face turns red as grenadine. "Was it that obvious? I don't really have clubbing clothes, so my sis borrowed one from her friends." You could see the girl looking to an obnoxious brunette with a gaggle of equally drunk women dancing provocatively. Hee hee they look like wet spaghetti noodles. You giggle to yourself causing the girl in front of you to smile shyly.
"I'm Penny, what's your name?" Penny was adorable and fun to be around, but company policy prevents you from revealing yourself. "You may call me Dove and I can be your bartender tonight." Penny shakes her head. "No thanks, I'm not a fan of alcohol. I'm probably going to go home and wipe this ridiculous makeup off of my face." Hmm she seems a little too innocent to know the "regulars" of your fine establishment. "Hey, why don't you let Raven walk you home, it's a bit dangerous here at night." Your suggestion leaves the bartender baffled. You look over at them and tilt your masked head cutely. "I know they don't mind since they're that nice." Raven sighs before nodding. "Alright, lead the way." Penny blushes at her close proximity to your muscular colleague. "Okay, bye Dove! I hope to see you again." You wave the two off before returning to your duties.
You hope for her sake you never see her again.
"I'm jealous that you move on so quickly Dovey, do I mean nothing to you?" Robin returns in all her glory, shirt ever more unbuttoned than before. "Oh, don't worry Robin you're still a good friend of mine!" You were telling the truth as since you got here everyone has been so kind. Robin nods while sitting on the counter leaning forward. "I was hoping if you're not too busy you could make some drinks, and we could...talk." Ooh how fun, you've never been to a club as a guest before! You fix two Shirley Temples for you and your red friend before sitting beside her. "Shirley Temples?" Oh right Robin likes alcohol a lot. You lunge to grasp a bottle of vodka and pour the amount of two shots into her glass.
"That's why you're my favorite Dovey you know me so well." You giggle and waggle a gloved finger in the red head's face. "I've only worked here a week Robin. In response, the woman in front of you grasps your hand and lifts her mask enough to place a small kiss on your palm. "Our line of work doesn't bring as many cuties as you." Robin was so funny with her weird friend jokes. It was weird that she didn't do this with the others.
The taste of ginger ale and grenadine swirl in your mouth coating your tongue in its sweetness. You hold the ruby red cherry by the stem and hold it out to devour. A sneaky thief from across from you popped the cherry into her mouth. You see her smirk from under her mask as she chews. Your playful moment is interrupted by a tall, masked figure with a horned owl mask. "Boss wants to talk to you." What did you do wrong? Are you getting fired. Pulling the mask over your face, you follow the owl man. As you disappear Robin grasped your unattended drink and places her lips over where yours were.
The private rooms were where the more "interesting" activities occurred. No one ever told you what happened, so you never asked. Ooh the people in the second VIP room sound like they were having a good time! You jolt to a stop after bumping into the firm frame of the masked person before you. You must have arrived at your location.
You heard about the woman who ran "The Flamingo" a charming and ambitious socialite. He nightclub was the most successful nightclub in the city becoming a haven for sinners and saints alike. In your old profession you remember people whispering about the magnetic bombshell. You hoped she was as affable as people claimed her to be.
An impatient huff came from inside as you heard a woman's voice cursing before the door slid open revealing another owl mask wearing man. "Ms. Flamingo has been expecting you Mourning Dove." A deep voice rumbled as you recognize the man to be "Barnie". The owls nodded and left you shut in a dark room. Smoke unfurled from the shadows as a light pink glow filled the room. "Thank god those thugs left, I thought they'd frighten you dear!"
A really young-looking woman with long pink hair sits effortlessly on a rose-colored chaise with white accents. The rest of the room came alive with its bright and cheerful color scheme of pinks whites and golds. "Sit sit sit I'd hate it if I'm the only one sitting." The woman chirps out pink feather boa flapping around like wings. You giggle and bounce over to the seat across from the lively woman. Her glossy lips pull into a smile as she looks at you.
"You must be the newest hire Brenard told me about. Come on take off your mask I want to see my new employee." Eagerly you raise your mask off your face flashing a charming grin. You hope that comes off as charming at least.
"OMG you're so attractive, like literally my perfect type!" Your boss smushes your face in her hands causing you to feel embarrassed. Do people normally do this in interviews? Your boss lets go with a pretty laugh, green eyes full of mirth on her tan face. "Tienes un cara muy bonita." Ms. Flamingo gushes and you bask in the positive attention. "Uh you too." You hope whatever you said was a compliment back to her. The woman laughs and claps her hands. "You're so funny, I just might have to keep you for myself. Wouldn't want a customer stealing you away." Your boss is so silly with her jokes! After all you won't let anyone keep you.
I hope the MC (you guys aka Dove) is to your liking, I feel like too many of my MCs can come off as a blank slate. I also think it would be a fun twist to make a cheery and bubbly MC with some skeletons in their closet. I will also be making a file for each of the characters (much like my cat cafe ocs).
Since there isn't to my knowledge a gender-neutral pronoun, I mix up the feminine and masculine so if native Spanish speakers come for me about that it is intentional. Also, I'm using Lucita to practice and because I like trying to diversify my ocs (white and asian people aren't the only crazy bitches). For plot purposes MC won't understand Spanish (how's a girl to plot when darling understands what you're saying)
Not fully canon just testing the waters for ideas:
Shoebill: chef personality: off-putting yet kind (like the bird holy shit they a creepy looking) (to dove), gentle, patient (scarily so), sadistic
Blue Jay: the DJ, loud and obnoxious, good at black mail, boastful
Nightingale: Songstress/Singer (can be male) personality: gentle, elegant, shy, melancholy, cold
Condor: Janitor good humored and bizarre (creepy)
Swan: "Entertainer" graceful, charismatic, possessive, loyal
Hummingbird: server hyper, cheerful, efficient
