joining five girls at a questionable job was hard at first, especially with the most important girl hating you. but once she warmed up to you, it was hard to let go.
coyote! manon bannerman x new coyote! female reader
contains - enemies to lovers, drinking, slow burn, sexual jokes, suggestive themes, etc
a/n - for people who don’t know what a coyote is, it’s a bartender who like dances on the bar from a movie! i think it’s also like an actual job now too. if you haven’t watched it, what are you doingggg?? we can’t fight the moonlight up in this bitchh 😝
you stepped into the smoky bar in your sluttiest outfit possible, making your way up to the bar. sticky bodies crammed around you and the music seemed to get louder with every step. you slid past two men, one putting a hand on your lower back. “get the fuck off!” you yelled as you pushed him back.
once you finally made it up to the bar, you waved down sophia, the owner and head of the coyotes, and leaned on the counter seductively.
sophia held down the chaotic fort that some may call the bar. she made the drinks when the girls were too busy, she broke up fights when men fought over one of the girls, and she was hot. like smoking hot.
you wish she’d dance on the bar some day, donations would be through the roof.
“are you y/n?” she yelled, attempting to be louder than the speakers but failed horribly.
you gave her a sly grin and hopped over the bar, sliding on beer that one of the girls spilt. “i am indeed.”
“great! i’ll show you the ropes,” she said as she pulled you over the bar, grabbing one ass cheek in her hand as she did so. “you have great boobs, you should show them!”
the next thing you knew she was tearing the bottom of your baby tee, having under your boobs hang out from the bottom. “daniela! body glue!” she yelled out.
a girl with long, curly black hair turned around to face you guys. she was wearing low rise jeans, a red thong sticking out, with a matching denim bra. she was on the bar with a man holding her ankle, about to do a boot shot. she leaned down, flashing you in the process, took the glue out of her bra and threw it at sophia.
sophia caught it with ease, immediately putting hands on you and gluing the top to your nipples, making sure they wouldn’t slip out. “there, the older men like when they can see under your shirt better than over suprisingly.”
“you must learn a lot here,” you said amused.
“you will too, as long as you follow my three rules.” she started, “they’re easy! don’t date a customer, bring a boyfriend to my bar, or fuck a co-worker. i know manon will make that hard, but you have to believe me. don’t do it.”
“who’s manon?” you asked with furrowed brows as you leaned slightly on the bar.
sophia tilted her head to a literal goddess. she had curly hair flowing side to side as she did the splits on the bar. a man was putting his hand up her legs, but when he did so she slung her leg over to the front, kicking him in the face.
you thought you were about to see an eruption, but they looked mesmerized by her instead. you were mesmerized by her. “that guys gonna go home and tweet that the highlight of his night was that very moment. i guarantee it.” sophia said with a laugh.
but then manon looked back. she looked at sophia before mouthing “what the fuck?” and looking at you. her eyes lingered before moving up and down, taking you all in. “we don’t need another girl!” she yelled to sophia with a devilish smile.
sophia looked back at you, seeing that your eyes were still on the girl dancing at the bar. she snapped in your face, causing you to avert your attention to her. “manon doesn’t like anyone at first, so don’t take it to heart.” she said while rubbing your arm, “you should see what she did to megan.”
“what’d she do?” you asked while brushing her hand off your arm, taking note of how hot her hands were.
she dragged you over to the opposite side of the bar, taking you straight behind a girl with pink streaks in her black hair. her full back was exposed from what you could see, but she did a spin and you saw that it was just a halter backless dress.
however; when she did the spin you saw a freakish tattoo on her hand.
sophia saw that you noticed and took megans hand, pulling it infront of your face. it was a tattoo small that said c0y0tes r gnarly with a middle school drawing of a dick. it looked like the o’s in coyote were shapped to look like boobs, but her hand was ripped away too fast to tell.
“manon made everyone get fake tattoos of that, megan’s was real, though.” sophia deadpanned, “she’s in the process of getting it removed, but now her and manon and tight so it doesn’t matter.”
you made a disgusted face, looking at megan to her as you took it in.
“if manon is nice to you, she’s faking it. you have to do something genuinely impressive for her to like you,” sophia said. “you look smart enough, don’t let her play you.”
you acted like that didn’t offend you and sophia looked you up and down. “okay, so everyone has a look here.” she stated, pointing towards the girls on the bar, “megan’s like cunty or bratty, lara is seductive, daniela has the latin look and manon is like that dream girl. i hired you because you looked like a kindergarten teacher on your resume.”
“sorry- what?” you said with a laugh.
“last cute girl we had was our best girl, and i wanted to take a chance on you.” she said with a shrug, “but now that i see you in this trashy outfit im liking it a lot.. it’s giving hottie-in-a-trailer-park, like the girl that’s too good to be there.”
“so what do you want from me?” you asked, “more cute outfits? trashier?”
“i wanna see you in a slutty, cute outfit tomorrow. i’ll see what one dances better and makes us more money.”
you nodded as your eyes drifted to manon, who was holding a guy down with daniela and looked like she was drowning him in vodka. lara was lingering on the pole, letting a guy feel her up. megan was no where to be found, though.
well, that’s what you thought before you felt hands wrap around your stomach from behind. you jumped, but once you saw megan’s stupid hand tattoo you relaxed. “soph, is this our new one?” she slurred.
“sure is, don’t drool on her.” sophia said blatantly, “go back to work while i show her around please?”
megan placed a lazy kiss on you shoulder before hopping back up on the bar, moving her hips immediately.
sophia lined up six shot glasses and filled them up, giving five to a customer and kept one for herself. men cheered while they took the shot, and she took it with them.
“is that lara who just cut some boys ponytail off?” you asked in shock, looking at her with wide eyes.
“probably,” sophia said as she slammed the shot glass down, “you could learn a lot from her. the court ordered her anger management classes after she punched a sick man. he pressed charges, i gave her a raise.”
you nodded along to the story, trying hard to not be concerned. “right..” you muttered.
sophia hands you two beer bottles, “fill these up for the gentlemen over there.”
“did you not look at his beer belly? he can take it,” sophia said as she forced them into your hands. “this one’s beer, that one’s fountain.”
you poured the two beers and slid it over to the guy, his jaw dropped the second he saw you. “you must be new here-”
sophia cut him off by yelling, “dan! it’s her first day get lost!”
you gave him a polite smile and followed sophia to the other side of the bar. she grabbed a megaphone but looked at you before she spoke, “you wanna be seen as cute or the trashy one?”
then she started yelling, “everybody shut up!” she screamed in the megaphone. everyone surprisingly did so, but you weren’t surprised because sophia had this place wrapped around her finger, “i’d like you to meet my new girl… bunny!”
you looked shocked because that’s not your name, but you quickly picked up on it from the look she gave you. “bunny used to live down in dallas, dreaming of being one of those cowboy cheerleaders!” she said in a faux country accent.
the bar collectively booed at the sound of the cowboys, but she brought them back quick. “until.. she realized how dallas sucks and that new york is the mother fucking place to be!”
cheers erupted and people reached out to try and high-five you, only to be given a confused look. “now, who’d like to buy my little virgin bunny a drink?”
every person in that bar started throwing money towards you, demanding different drinks. you realized that this wouldn’t be easy. you gave sophia a look, only for her to smile back at you.
“we don’t say your actual name til you prove you can keep up. for now, you’re our little bunny.”
you nodded, but realized that the crowd needed you. everyone was yelling out demands, but one guy in particular was right infront of you. “a shot for me and a shot for you,” he slurred.
you took one shot glass out and started pouring, “sorry, love i don’t drink!” you yelled out to him.
manon snuck up from behind you and yelled out to sophia, “leader! she’s denying good liquor!”
sophia looked like she was about to speak, but you cut her off. “no, i was just suggesting that he bought me a double!” you lied.
“that’s what i like to hear!” sophia yelled with a knowing grin before disappearing in the back.
manon stepped right beside you and waited for you to take the shot with the older man. she smirked as you choked it down, “good thing you can swallow.”
you gave her a confused look, but then saw the gesture she was doing. “might need to use that later.”
just like that she was gone.
and a man started yelling orders at you, “i need eight shots! four canadian, four south, and a double blended back.”
he spoke so fast that the only thing you got was shots. “you want eight shots of wha-”
“i got you, doll!” daniela yelled as she jumped off the bar, landing perfectly despite the fact that she was tipsy and had heels on. she quickly pulled out eight shot glasses and started filling them with ease. “you get used to it, i promise!”
“hey leader, your dallas girl can’t keep up!” manon said to sophia, who returned with more glasses. sophia gave manon a knock it off look.
you were heavily overwhelmed, pouring liquor lazily as another man yelled out. “scotch and water, bun.”
“you got it!” you yelled out as you grabbed a glass.
“leader? do we serve water with our whiskey?” manon yelled out, purposefully trying to piss you off. she turned to the crowd next, “do we serve water here or what?”
the bar erupted in a chant as manon pushed you to the back. “hell no, H20!” the customers chanted, sounding like a cult.
lara rung a bell and manon started spraying the guy with the water gun. your eyes widened as he got absolutely soaked. water started to get sprayed everywhere, leaving the bar with a sticky, humid feeling.
devil went down to georgia started playing, and sophia pushed you up to stand on the bar. “show us what you got, bunny!”
you froze for a second, not knowing what to do. your legs started working faster than your brain, and the line dance that you haven’t done in years entered back into your head.
you moved your feet with practiced ease, your face having a whole different expression. you were panicking, but tried not to show it as you did the difficult choreography.
all the girls were impressed, standing behind you. all the new hires never know the dance, so they all started to hop up with you.
you started shaking your ass to the beat when daniela came up behind you, fake banging it like she was preforming the song herself.
you sound a strange boost of confidence and leaned down to steal a guys cowboy hat, dancing with it right next to daniela.
manon glared at you guys from the other side of the bar, dancing but not to her full potential. she wanted you to crack, not prove that you deserved this job.
“and left, and right!” you called out for the customers who didn’t know the dance. “clog clog clog!”
sophia looked utterly impressed, and picked up that damn megaphone again:
“everyone, please welcome our girl.. y/n!”
everyone cheered, knowing the tradition that the name meant actually getting the job. “more people last longer with the nickname, i’m impressed!” daniela said from behind you.
manons hand slightly brushed your lower back, causing chills to run up your spine. you at her, the lights hitting your face as you took it all in.
the next day, you were waiting for megan at the mall. after last night, she said that she would take you out to get more outfits to fit your own role.
you sat on a bench, drafting random song lyrics and wondering if megan was even going to show.
thirty minutes later, she ran up to you. megan was wearing low rise jeans with a light pink bra-top, and her hair had a matching clip in it. “sorry i’m late! my boyfriend and i had a big fight..” she mumbled as she put a hand through her hair, “but we made up! twice!”
you gave her a shrug before she started rambling again. “anyways! sophia told me to get you something that a slutty american girl doll would wear..”
“uh- what?” you asked with a laugh.
“that’s what i’m thinking! so i think we’re gonna do a slutty barbie instead.”
“i thought she wanted me slutty cute?”
“how many times are we gonna say slutty in this conversation?”
both of you guys started laughing as she pulled you to a specific store, taking you straight to the back. “this is my personal fav!” she said with a smile.
you looked around at the mannequins with a lack of clothes, and thought clearly. you gave her a smile before she started to pull stuff off the racks. “i have a serious shopping problem, so you’re in good hands with me!”
megan looked at you before bringing a light blue dress up to your face, “yeah.. this is your color.”
“it is?” you asked with furrowed brows.
“yes! it completely makes your face light up i love it!” she spoke with too much enthusiasm.
“are you always this.. bubbly?” you asked.
“when i’m not working i am! sophia likes me looking like a pouty brat, so i get to let my personality shine when im not! are you always this.. quiet?”
you shrugged, “i only speak when i want to, so you’ll never know.”
“i like that. now cmon, let’s get you some outfits!”
after what felt like forever, megan picked you out loads of outfits. you both walked into the dressing room with multiple shopping baskets.
she handed you the first outfit: a blue top with a zipper in the front with matching blue shorts with the zipper at the crotch.
“who would actually wear this in public?” you asked as you held it up to your body.
“actually, i have it in red,” she said with a pouty face.
“good for you,” you said sincerely. “i’ll go try it on.”
you went into the room with no hopes, and walked out like you won a million bucks. the blue was your color, and the zippers made it cling to your body perfectly.
“oh my god!” you guys both said in unison before giggling.
“you look amazing! that’s going in the yes pile, i don’t care what you say!” she said as she pulled you closer, inspecting it.
“what happens if a guy pulls the zippers, though?” you asked.
“we’ve all accidently flashed the bar before, it’s okay!” she said with a laugh, “you should of seen when manon did it. it was right after she pulled a sick prank on me, then her jeans rode down way too far! a man stuck a straw in her ass crack!”
you covered your mouth, trying not to laugh. “you’re joking.”
“i’m not! she was so mad that she stormed out of the building!”
you busted out in laugher, both of you holding onto each other while you laughed, “i would have payed to see that!”
“lara has it on video! she takes sex as compensation!”
“funny girl you are, megan.”
“thanks, i try!” she said as she held out a short dress for you to try, “now go on. try it on!”
for the next hour, megan would give you an outfit and determine if she liked it or not. megan picked out one more outfit for you that wasn’t what sophia wanted, but she had a vision. “okay, last one!” she said while pushing it into your hands.
they were snakeskin pants with a cropped red beer tank top. it looked like something lara would wear, but she gave it to you. “this isnt what sophia wanted?”
“well, it’s what i want. so get in there!”
megan pushed you back into the changing room and shut the curtain for you.
you slowly tried the outfit on, and damn did it fit like a glove. you went from dressing all cute to looking like a rock stars girlfriend, so you walked out to show megan.
when megan saw you, her jaw actually dropped. she took a second to compose herself before actually speaking, “where the hell were you hiding all of that?”
you let out a laugh before you posed infront of the mirror, “is it too much?”
“too much?!” she yelled, earning looks from everyone in the store. “it’s perfect!”
“i’m certain. you’re wearing it tonight, i’ve decided.”
you gave her a smile before collecting all of the clothes you were gonna buy. “shall we check out then?”
“mhm! we have to be there in an hour so we can just go together, no biggie.”
“wait- we’ve been here for four hours?”
“time flies when you’re having fun, now come on!”
you shrugged and let her pull you to the checkout, watching her jump up and down in excitement while you checked out.
it was only 8:00pm and the bar was already packed.
manon and lara were on top of eachother on the bar, grinding slowly. megan was jumping on tables, dancing to her favorite song.
you, daniela and sophia were on drinks. daniela was showing you tips and tricks on how to remember orders and fake shots. “okay, you have to take the shot then chase it with the beer!”
“i feel like that will make it worse,” you said after gagging, “i can’t take another shot daniela ill die!”
“no, silly, you spit the shot into the beer bottle.”
daniela slowly picked up an empty beer bottle and showed you the inside. she picked up a shot that you recently poured and took it, secretly spitting it back into the beer bottle. “look,” she said as she showed you the inside that had a shot of liquor inside. “understand now?”
“ohh!” you said in realization, “that’s smart!”
sophia popped up behind you, “just keep an eye on the bottle. one time manon served hers to-”
“sophia stop!” manon said from behind her, slapping her ass to shut her up. “i’m perfect and i’ve never made a mistake here.”
daniela flashed you a grin before jumping up on the bar. “hey, what are you doing? get busy!” manon said as she grabbed you and took you to the other side of the bar, “take care of this man.”
she let you off with a hard shove, sending you into the counter of the bar.
she pointed to a guy in a suit, and winked at lara. you looked over at lara to see her laughing a bit, but she looked away before you could ask.
“you look like you could use a shot,” you said with a grin to the distinguished man.
“no thanks, i’m waiting on sophia.” he said, brushing you off slightly. you were about to let it go, but manon elbowed you and mouthed no parking zone.
you sighed and looked at the man again, “sorry! it’s a no parking zone, you wanna sit here then you have to order a drink.”
“fine, water!” he spat at you. you moved to go get the glass, but manon stopped you.
“are you stupid? he ordered a water, no h20.” she said as she put the water gun in your hands.
“he looks tired, i don’t want to spray him..” you muttered.
“well do it or im telling sophia.”
daniela heard this all go down and moved quickly to tell you not to, but it was too late.
the bar was already chanting “hell, no H20!” and circling around the man. you sprayed him with the water gun, right in the face.
sophia ran over, screaming “y/n! no!” as she took the water gun from you. she quickly found a towel from under the counter and gave it to him.
“no one orders water in your bar?” you said, quoting her.
“he can order whatever he wants, he’s the fucking fire marshal!” she yelled. “scott, can we step outside?”
he nodded and quickly got up, storming out of the bar. sophia followed him, apologizing the whole way out.
“nice knowing you, y/n!” manon said with a laugh as she stepped back on the bar, screaming “let’s get wild! let me hear you!”
you stood there in shock, but daniela came out from behind you and put a hand on your lower back. “cmon, let’s go to the bathroom.”
she pushed through the people, guarding you with her life, and kicked open the bathroom door. she guided you to the sink and sat on it.
“y/n-” daniela started, “i know manons a bitch. we all do, but she means well.”
“her meaning well is going to get me fired!” you said while running a hand through your hair, “i don’t get why she hates me so much?”
“she doesn’t hate you, she’s jealous of you.” daniela said honestly, “ever since yoonchae, the girl before you, got fired we’ve had thirty girls try to be a coyote. they got here, did the drinks but couldn’t do the dance, and you did. you have something special,” she said while rubbing your back.
“if you’re trying to make me feel better it’s not working,” you said with a tiny laugh.
“you’re laughing, so that’s a plus.” she said with a smile, “you beat manons record.”
you looked at daniela, utterly confused. “what?”
“normally, to be an official coyote it takes more than two days. lara took a week, megan was getting called cherry for a month, and i took four days. manon made it her second day, after she went home and studied the dances, you came in here and did one day.”
“oh..” you said while looking down at the floor.
“we think that’s why she did that, or just to add to her wall of fame.”
“wall of.. fame?” you clarified.
“in the back room there’s a wall of everything manon has done to a new hire.. it’s bad. i think yours takes the cake though!”
you smiled at daniela, “thank you for making me feel better.”
“you’re welcome, now let’s get back out there and dance before sophia fires you!”
“i don’t know why we’re celebrating that but okay!”
you both walk out and sophia’s already waiting for you. she’s crossing her arms like she’s ready to yell, but she doesn’t when you get closer. “y/n.”
“sophia..” you said as you waited to hear the words.
“i’m not firing you.. yet.”
daniela clapped before realizing that it’s not her place and scurrying off.
“he let me off with a $250 fine.”
“i’ll make you a deal!” she said with faux enthusiasm, “if you find a way to make me 250 tonight and you can come back tomorrow!”
before you could answer, sophia ran off to make someone a drink. you stood there, thinking of a way to make it, before something rang a bell in your head.
you stood up on the bar, grabbing megan by her arm. “wanna help me not get fired?”
she nodded enthusiastically, “sure!”
“let me get a chair!” you announced as you grabbed a chair and put it on the middle of the counter. “wait.”
she complied, leaning on the chair as you stepped up on the bar. you remembered what daniela said about megan, that she used to be called cherry.
“lara! play cherry pie!” you yelled to her as she hit the jukebox.
megan gave you an uneasy look as the iconic intro started, dirty, rotten, filthy, stinkin’ blared through the speakers. “yall must remember when megan was called cherry, dont cha?”
the crowd erupted in cheers, before you shut them down completely. “well i’ll make you a deal. a lap dance form me and your very own cherry, starting at $25!”
people went fishing through their wallets, and a regular pulled out a crumbled 50. “$50!”
“already going high? let’s see if we can get more..” you said with a smirk as you pulled megan closer.
a man right next to the bar looked up, putting an 100 at your feet. “$100! please!” he begged.
“well maybe if you get down on your knees,” megan said with a laugh before lightly kicking him.
“don’t you want that cherry to be popped, you can do better!” you screamed, causing an eruption.
“$500 fucking dollars!” a man said as he stepped up on the bar, not taking no for an answer.
“sold to the man in all black!” you announced as a bell rang and boos were heard from the crowd.
“don’t get salty, atleast you get to watch!” megan said before pushing him down on the chair.
you sat down on his lap, looking him in the eye as you held out your hand. “money first.”
he took it out of his pants and put it straight in your palm. you looked over at sophia and saw her look genuinely impressed.
but the song started picking up, so did you.
you grinded on him slowly, matching the beat of the song. megan slapped your ass as you did so, and you switched off when it was her turn.
she grabbed you by the hand and spun you off his lap, getting to go for her part. she brought her legs up around him and leaned back, shaking her tits then coming back up.
you looked at megan and she looked back.
you shrugged to megan and she shrugged back.
next thing you knew, you were doing a three way kiss to the outro of cherry pie.
you were caught up in the moment and didn’t look around, but if you did you would’ve saw manon staring at you. this time, it wasn’t her glaring, it was an amused look.
maybe she’s warming up to you.
but the song ended and the guy left the bar, leaving just you and megan on the counter. you gave a bow before jumping down, straight into sophia. you put the wad of cash in her bra, “extra for the tip. sorry again!”
before you knew it it was closing time. the bar was empty except for two drunk girls leaning on the chairs. you were counting the draw and singing to the song on the radio, earning another amused look from manon. she was right beside you, cleaning out the shot glasses. megan and daniela already left, and lara was outside smoking a cigarette.
sophia, however, was trying to get the drunk girls out of the bar. “hey, we’re closing up girls.”
“can i ask you something?” a brunette girl slurred as sophia took away her drink.
“what?” sophia snapped, clearly annoyed.
“what does coyote ugly mean?” she said as she extended her words, as drunk as could be.
sophia leaned forward, acting like she was telling a secret, “did you ever wake up sober after a one night stand and the guy was so ugly and you’d rather chew off your arm then wake them up? that’s coyote ugly.”
the girls started asking questions, but got pushed out by the bouncer. “later, ladies!” she said with a wave.
manon tapped you on your shoulder once she was done, “do you mind putting these away for me? i have somewhere to be.”
you shook your head, “no i can do it! get out of here.”
“thanks,” she said with a smile that turned a bit shy, “and i’m sorry about earlier.”
“i’ve already forgotten about it, it’s okay.”
“great.. well i’ll see you tomorrow, bunny.” she said with a wink.
and just like that she was gone.
leaving you with furrowed brows and butterflies in your stomach.
it’s been a few weeks since you started, and you walked into the bar, seeing that it was far over capacity. it was a mess, sweaty bodies crammed so tight that it was hard to get through. it was only you, manon, and daniela working that night, so safe to say that you’d be doing double the work.
you had a fluffy pink bra-top on with a matching leopard print skirt. the only problem was that every time you moved, so did the skirt.
you went behind the bar, seeing that daniela and manon were doing their own things so you started pouring drinks.
you’ve grown to have a favorite regular, george. he was an older man, probably in his sixties, but he didn’t let it stop him. he’s like sunshine in a bottle, and you went straight to him with his regular.
“you know my regular now?” he asked with a hand over his heart, “so proud of you, y/n.”
“means a lot, old man!” you said with a laugh before you started pouring other drinks.
manon stepped right in front of you. her feet blocking your view from ontop of the bar. she slowly bent down and pulled up your top before going back to dancing, keeping an eye on you. “what was that for?” you yelled out to her.
“people don’t need to see that,” she said with a shrug, but deep down you could tell she was jealous.
you shrugged it off and went back to working before daniela demanded that you switched positions. it was so crowded that a man threw up on her leg, and it shook her up for the rest of the night.
you stepped up on the bar, swinging from the ceiling bar before you and manon settled into practiced choreography. she smacked your ass playfully as you did a spin, your bright pink thong showing as you did so.
sophia showed up from behind you and pinched your leg, her new way of saying hello.
you gave her a quick wave, before hearing a loud siren sound from outside the bar. both you and manon exchanged looks, but the cops busted in.
you were on the pole, both legs wrapped around it as you froze. sophia quickly hopped over the bar, trying to get them out. “let’s talk outside, let’s talk outside!” she yelled as she pushed them out, going with them.
that left only you, daniela and manon on bar duty.
everyone should of known this would be the day it went downhill.
a guy leaned over the bar and grabbed the beer sprayer, helping himself. daniela quickly jumped up on the counter and pushed him back, “this is not a gas pump!”
she man grabbed her waist as he fell back, taking her down with him. luckily, she didn’t fall due to the men around catching her, but she couldn’t get back up due to them surrounding her.
you caught it and immediately went over, only to be distracted by the same situation happening to manon. a strong, muscular man grabbed her legs and threw her in the air, throwing her around like a barbie.
you froze, trying to think of a distraction. you could try and get them, but you’re outnumbered by customers. you could strip naked, but there’s cameras everywhere.
you had to think quick, because men were already jumping behind the bar. there was yelling, fighting, and somehow sophia was hanging from a pole as she tried to get your attention. “y/n, they’re tearing this place apart! do something!”
that’s when it clicked, there’s a microphone at the other side of the bar. you ran over to it from ontop of the counter, stepping on limps as you reached it. you were beginning to be known for taking risks, so you better hope this one works.
“one way or another..” you started, hoping a performance distracts them. you sang to the song by blondie, noticing people starting to point.
you were incredibly embarrassed, but the customers seemed to be loving it. you shoved a man off the counter as you sang, a loud bang being heard from where he fell.
“i’m talking about that!” a man screamed as you sang, feeling warmth reach your cheeks. you desperately searched for manon and daniela in the croud, only to see that your performance did free them.
daniela was clapping along, happy to be alive. however, manon wasn’t happy.. she gave you a look that could only describe hunger. she caught you staring and smirked at you, seeing how embarrassed you looked up there.
so she jumped up with you. she got up close and personal, using the same microphone and wrapping a hand around your waist. it shouldn’t have helped, but it did.
you and manon sang and danced wildly to the song, the bar going wild. sophia and daniela were busy cleaning up all the smashed glass and the bottles people stole.
manon made you feel completely safe with the microphone in your hand, and that’s all that mattered in that moment.
closing that night was awkward.
you and manon were on different sides of the bar, cleaning up the aftermath of the fights. sophia and daniela were whispering and pointing, but you were too tired to care.
you were on all fours and scrubbing blood off the floor when you felt a foot kick your ass.
you groaned and looked up, seeing manon standing over you with a smirk. “you should pull your skirt down.”
“why?” you asked with a smile, “it’s only us.”
“because it’s distracting me from cleaning,” she whispered, “you should know this.”
“you go from hating me to loving my ass..” you said shaking your head, “what a switch.”
“i never actually like hated you.” manon sat down next to you, pushing the bucket out of your reach, “i just liked seeing you flustered.”
“right.. you almost got me fired.”
you laughed at her, pushing her shoulder lightly. “shut up!”
“i’m slightly serious,” manon said with a genuine smile, “i’d say i was jealous.”
daniela and sophia gasped and covered their mouths, acting like it was the worlds greatest expression.
“what?” you and manon both said at the same time.
“sorry- i’ve just never heard manon admit that to anyone,” daniela said, “like we just have to assume, she just said it openly!”
manon gave a disrespected look, covering her heart like she’s been shot. “i’m being honest!”
sophia hopped over the bar, grabbing her coat and getting ready to go. “remember the rules, coyoyes.” she gave you both a warning look before leaving, not bothering to say goodbye.
“bye to you too, phia!” you called out with a laugh.
daniela quickly grabbed her purse and coat, practically running out of the bar.
“where are you running to?” manon asked as she stood up.
“ah ah ah-” daniela said as she pushed her back down, “i am all about breaking rules! bye!”
you tried to talk, but she ran out quickly and locked the door behind her. you looked around at the empty and dark bar, getting an odd feeling. “did she just tell us to fuck?”
“i think so,” manon said with an awkward laugh, “sorry, doll, but i need to go home.”
“i’m with you on that one, only after i clean up this blood.” you said as you started scrubbing again.
manon walked towards the door, not taking her eyes off you before trying to open the door - only for it to not open. she tried again, but only for it to not work again. “y/n?”
“hm?” you said as you looked up, seeing that she was leaning against the door. “is it stuck?”
“not stuck, locked.” she groaned, “because it’s easy to break into, they have it with a key only. daniela took the extra key.”
“just call her, she’ll come back.”
“she wants us to fuck. she’s not coming back”
“then call sophia? she wouldn’t want us fucking?”
manon looked down at her phone, but then looked back at you. “i don’t feel like it,” she said simply.
“you and daniela were up to this, huh?” you asked as you put the rag back in the soapy bucket.
she tried to hold back a smile, “maybe.”
“i’m not gonna have sex with a girl who wanted to get me fired,” you said as you leaned back, stretching your legs out on the cold floor.
“oh come on! we can use this soap bucket to make it feel like shower sex?”
“sit your ass down and never suggest that again,” you said as you laughed, “that has blood in it.”
“i can go vampire on you,” she said with a smirk.
“i don’t know why this is working, but it is.”
“because it’s me, some girls just can’t resist me.” she shrugged as she sat down next to you.
“that doesn’t mean you’re getting anything, though.” you said as you lightly pushed her.
she let you push her and fell back slightly, back on the cold floor. “i don’t think i want to.”
you gave her a confused look and she started explaining.
“ever since you got here.. i’ve felt a weird pull towards you. i can’t explain it- but i didn’t like it. so i pushed harder and now i feel like i want to actually get to know you.”
she looked so vulnerable it made you want to cradle her. her eyes were slightly glossy as she spoke, avoiding your gaze.
“you can on one condition..” you said as you moved closer.
she looked up at you, “and what’s that?”
“if you shut up and kiss me.”
a/n 2 - if you guys want a part two i can write one but i kinda wanted to leave off here 😝😝 i didn’t wanna write smut cus the request didn’t say so but if we want a part two or headcannons i will
