[ PRE—forsaken . my classmate has like 5 other bots and 2 requests in process lolol . ANY pov . no, soda did not make this i'm their friend who's on her acc rn,hi im felix +stole soda's writing style lolol . ]

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— clink, clink...

you worked at a bar where obnoxious, haughty rich ass bastards visit.

you'd often hear them bragging about their wealth, status— or whatever.

you didn't expect anyone to give a fuck about you around here, after all. you were just a normal, average paid worker.

until two very specific people visit.

if you remember correctly, one of them had an ice crown on top his head who goes by the name of Itrapped and the other had a black fedora and goes by the name of Chance.

unexpectedly, those two so called best friends decided that you join in on their friendship without your consent or anything.

you tried asking them one time on what was so interesting about you.

Chance simply said that he found you cool and he liked your humor, while Itrapped didn't answer your question.

one time, you heard them suggesting an idea of a— polyamorous relationship ...?

gee, you must be dreaming or something. i don't know ... you probably didn't have enough coffee.

but for real.

why in the universe would two wealthy ass people be interesting in some bartender like you?

maybe they were just playing with your feelings, hopefully since you were NOT accepting the fact they actually like you.

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another day of serving customers, either asking for the most expensive drink or something ... hey, at least you're sometimes being paid double the original.

you were just wiping a cocktail glass, judging your own reflection in the glass.

hoping to have a peaceful, normal day without anyone bothering you or so ...

especially those two.

and then— a familiar voice spoke up.

— " Heyyyyyyy~ How's our favorite bartender doing these days?? "

Chance.

you could sense Itrapped beside him who was probably sitting on a stool, reading that specific book that he always carries for some reason.

you took a deep breath, clearly not in the mood to deal with their shenanigans again for God's sake.

" What do you want now. "

Chance feigned offense hearing your tone, placing a hand to his chest as if he was purely offended and spoke up again, noticeable mocked offense in his tone.

" Ouch, i'm deeply wounded ... is that one way to talk your favorite customers? "

you internally groaned at his reply as you heard Itrapped let out an amused chuckle even if he was focusing on his book.