Warnings: mentions of alcohol, little bit of flirting
Word count: 800 ish
Would you consider writing just some banter between dancer!george, bartender!philza and dancer!reader? maybe quackity and the bouncer (sam?) too. just talking before the club opens for the night. sorry i know thats kind of vague
"Sorry I'm late," you jogged into the strip club catching the attention of the other men. Philza was leaning against the bar sipping a drink while Sam, George, and Quackity sat upon the bar stools. "Bout time sleeping beauty," Sam chuckled. You rolled your eyes at his remark and sat down in George's lap. He groaned in response. "Get off. You're literally so annoying," his hands lightly pushed against your back. "No thanks," "you're an idiot," Quackitys chuckle interrupted the two of you.
"Ladies, ladies...you're both annoying,"
the two of you glared at him who held his hands up in surrender. Philza rolled his eyes before flicking a mint leaf from one of the drinks at him. "Ignore him, you're both gorgeous," "thanks Phil, always so kind to me," you flutter your eyelashes. "Not kind enough to give you a free drink," his statement made you frown before slipping him some cash across the counter. He gladly accepted it, blue eyes flashing up to yours patiently waiting. "Arizona sunrise," you mutter. George had finally stopped complaining about you squishing him and resorting to gulping his drink down. "George I can feel you glaring at me," he made a small hmfp.
"So,"
Sam took a sip of his drink. Looked like just a regular shot of whiskey. "Who's on the poles tonight?" "George duh," you respond taking the drink from Philza. He tossed his towel over his shoulder. "I would love to see you on the poles sometime," Sam said. Quackity nodded his head in agreement. "What're you so scared of?" you turned towards the casino owner faster than he could blink. "I'm not scared," you growled. He raised his hands in defeat, eyebrows mimicking. Quackity turned back to his drink. He mumbled something that had George giggling. You decided to just ignore those two and turned your attention to Sam and Philza.
"You know Sam I wish you could come to watch the routines sometimes," he hums before responding. "I get to sometimes. I'll catch a glimpse when I have to go throw some scum out," nights like this were amazing. Sitting together relaxing with drinks, laughing away the minutes ticking down until opening. You wouldn't trade moments like this for the world. They were a bit more than coworkers they were family. Sam glanced at the clock. "Well I should probably get outside, people are gonna start showing up soon," you all waved him off, finishing your own drinks.
"Punz working tonight?"
Philza frowned looking down at his watch. "Yeah, speaking of which he should have been here-" a door slammed opened. The breathless blonde of question running at them. "I'm here!" He breathed out moving behind the bar. "Hello Punz," you purred. George groaned shoving you off. "Gross," you glared back at him before flashing a sweet smile at the blonde in front of you. His cheeks were a bit flushed probably caused by jogging from his car.
"So Punz what do you plan on doing with your break tonight?" You were leaning on the bar awfully close to him. He adjusted his vest, coughing slightly "Well i-i was gonna- I don't know," "mm," you hummed tracing a finger around the edges of your glass. "You could come rent a private room with me, I'd make it worth your while," you wink. Philza practically choked on his drink. George had already slunk off not wanting to hear your usual banter with Punz. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck.
"Am I even allowed to do that?"
You shrugged drinking the rest of your glass. You grabbed a spare napkin and pressed a kiss to it. The peach lip gloss leaving a small orange kiss on it. You folded it in half and pulled Punz forward by his little bow tie. "To make sure you're thinking of me tonight," he gulped as you pushed the tiny napkin into his pocket. You left the bar leaving Punz practically collapsing. Philza had no sympathy. "Mate you let her do that every time," he said unamused. Punz ran a hand through his hair. "Whatever," he snapped. George looked up as you entered the back room.
"Done flirting with your boy toy?"
" 'tis tradition," you smirked.
He rolled his eyes pulling on some high-heeled boots. "You're torturing him," you ignore him looking in the mirror to reapply the peach lip gloss. Like you said. Moments like these made you glad to be here.
