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44 with a ship you’ve wanted to write but haven’t or haven’t gotten to write as much as you would like
had to go camsco for this one, hope you enjoy it! 💖💖
for this, bosco uses she/they pronouns and cam is she/her
(psst, @puppywritesthings had you in mind while writing this one :D)
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Bosco loves bartending in her city’s queer bar, besides the obvious benefits of it being in a safe space to be herself and the significant lack of drunk straight people, they love to people-watch. They never get tired of seeing all the different genres of people during her shifts. They also never get tired of all the pretty girls that come in.
Bosco has a rule with themself that they never mix her love life with her job, and while staying true to her own rule was easy, she’d still have her fun and flirt when serving the pretty faces that came their way. But that’s always where it stopped.
At least it had, until Bosco came face to face with a beautiful blonde with a captivating accent. Camden was her name, and she was determined to get Bosco right where she wanted them.
She started coming into the bar regularly, specifically seeking out the brunette, leaning forward to show off her ample chest in hopes of furthering her plan whenever she ordered a drink.
Bosco knew exactly what Camden was trying to do, and yet they didn’t stop her from continuing like they usually would. They allowed conversations to flow as they worked and began to get to know the blonde, with some flirting as well - which came easy with someone as hot as Camden.
“Do you have nothing better to do with your life than come to the bar almost every night?” Bosco joked one night after a consistent week of Camden coming in.
“Nope, my nights are reserved just to chat you up, darling,”
“That’s pathetic,” They teased, letting out their famous cackle when the blonde clutched imaginary pearls in offense.
If any of her co-workers brought Camden up when she wasn’t around, Bosco would deny any and all allegations of slipping on their rule, even if she knew it was a complete and utter lie. She knew Camden was getting to her, in more ways than one.
Every night she walked in with less and less clothing to get Bosco’s attention. And it was working. Camden would catch the small glances they would take when they thought she wasn’t looking, making sure they had a clear view of her when she went out on the dancefloor to show off.
With every new inch of new skin the blonde displayed, a piece of Bosco’s will-power dissolved. She wanted to hold strong to her word, but the blonde was nothing if not persistent. As each night passed, the more they thought about the blonde, the more they wanted to see her beyond the bar.
Bosco’s breaking point came after 4 days of the blonde shedding fabric. She strutted into the bar sporting the shortest mini skirt known to man showcasing her toned legs with a handkerchief halter top, held together only by strings across her back and accentuated her chest in all the right ways.
“You little brat,” Bosco snarled, “I can’t believe you’d come in here looking like that,”
“Looking like what?” Camden batted her eyelashes innocently as she sipped on the vodka cranberry that the brunette had ready for her when she arrived.
They growled knowing they were defeated, giving in to the answer the blonde was pushing for, “Looking so fucking hot,”
“And what are you going to do about it?”
The brunette watched the smug look on Camden’s face, thinking of all the ways they wanted to wipe it off of her, put her money where her mouth is. Better yet, put her mouth where… “I’m off at 11,”
“Marvelous,” Camden purred, downing the contents of her glass.
“I know what you’ve been trying to do,” Bosco yelled as the blonde began sauntering to the dancefloor, thinking it might gain back some dignity in her defeat.
“Still worked, didn’t it?” Her attempt in saving her dignity was futile as Camden shot her a wink, the battle over – at least until they were alone. Then they can prove who’s in charge.
