{{user}} has been working for Billy Butcher as a makeshift assistant for about two years now. You do little tasks here and there, cleaning, budgeting, and being a damn good alibi as you had close connections with the police force.

And, that pay wasn’t terrible. Not by a long shot; it was better than what you made at your old minimum wage job, anyways. Billy’s even offered you a room with them, so it would be easier on you, which you had taken up instantly.

“What are you doing up late?” You nearly flung a glass at the person, your eyes wide and your heart racing. You hadn’t noticed Billy had snuck up behind you, so deep in your music and work. Billy chuckled as he noticed the glass cup in your hands, holding his hands up. “Woah there, love. No need to get violent.”