Could I get a scenario where the reader owns the largest night club in ikebukuro and on the same night that a gang fight erupts inside the club, Izaya and Shizuo storm through during one of their fights, Celty and Tom in tow trying to stop them. After the reader deals with the gang, she deals with Shizuo and Izaya, leading to her scolding them like children while Celty and Tom watch. A bit of a crack fic if you may. Thanks :)
This was a fun scenario! I hope you enjoy!
You sighed and rubbed your forehead lightly. Today was probably one of the most tiring days of your life, and to make it even worse, the club was insanely busy—most likely because it was the start of holiday break for college students, which resulted in them pouring in by the waves so they could get drunk on flaming tequila shots.
Pushing through the thick crowd of people, you snuck behind the bar and grabbed the first bottle you could find, fixing yourself a hefty portion and downing the whole thing in one gulp. Some might call that unprofessional, but you owned the whole nightclub, so anybody who was going to criticize you on your drinking habits would see their asses hauled out the door.
“Triple whiskey!” someone called from across the bar.
“You got it!” you shouted back, rummaging through the cabinets and tucking the appropriate bottles under your arms before setting them out in front of the customer.
Just as you finished pouring the drink, your ears perked up upon hearing a loud crash. Quickly, you walked over to where a small group of onlookers stood, pushing through to see what the fuss was all about.
“Who the hell do you think you are, pal?!” a young man wearing a yellow scarf snarled, shoving the kid sitting across from him into the ground. Immediately, he jerked back up and punched his attacker square in the face, the opposing boy’s blood soaking the blue cloth wrapped around his knuckles and coloring it a dark brown.
You shook your head with irritation rather than fear. Color gangs.
Stepping forward, your hand shot out and gripped the Yellow Scarves boy by the wrist, stopping him before he could deliver a mean right hook to his opponent that would surely result in a few broken teeth.
His head snapped back, obviously shocked by your sudden movement. “Hey, what the hell, lady?!”
You glared at him sternly. “No fighting on the premises. If you have a score to settle, do it outside. Don’t bring your trouble in here.”
He growled and struggled against your grip, but you held firm. “Who the hell are you to tell me that? You’re just a bartender!”
Tightening your grip, your gaze hardened, and the boy froze in place. “I’m the owner of this club. I think I have the power to throw you out.”
You couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied in how easy it was to scare him. He obviously wasn’t expecting to get into trouble for this, but then again, color gangs are all the same. This was probably the third fight this week, and it was only a Tuesday.
The boy opened his mouth, perhaps to spit out a poorly-worded insult. However, before he could, the sound of splintering glass erupted behind you.
Keeping your tight grip on the boy’s wrist, you turned around only to see a man crash through the window, smacking against the upholstered leather seats of the bar before hitting the ground. After a moment of complete silence, the man weakly got to his feet and flashed you a charming smile.
“Sorry for interrupting.”
Your eyes narrowed, and you pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance.
As if your day could get any worse.
Finally letting go of the delinquent’s wrist, you stalked over to Izaya and fixed him with a chastising look. “Izaya, what the hell have you gotten yourself into this time?”
He dusted bits of broken glass from his coat and smirked. “I think you can figure it out for yourself. If I were you, I’d avoid standing in this… general area.”
Your eyes widened slightly, and you watched in horror as a vending machine came barreling through the already demolished window.
“Wait, wait, wait—no, no, no, no, no, no, no!”
One of the bartenders quickly ducked out of the way just as the rogue vending machine crashed against the mahogany shelves, shattering every single expensive bottle upon impact. Whiskey, bourbon, gin, rum—you watched all of your money go down the drain, your heart sinking as it all went to waste.
And you knew exactly who was behind it.
Turning your head slowly, your eyes narrowed upon seeing Shizuo Heiwajima standing in the doorway, a bent yield sign in tow as he prepared to charge at Izaya once again. However, before he could move a single inch, your voice made his blood run cold.
With one glance at your expression, he knew he had majorly screwed up, so he complied without a single word, the sign drooping behind him like a metaphorical tail between his legs.
Your head snapped in Izaya’s direction once you heard him chuckling at his enemy’s predicament. “You too. Get over here right now.”
After they had both seated themselves on the once flawless upholstery, you stalked over to them, your arms crossed and your expression indescribable. Taking a moment, you sucked a deep breath in, and then…
“Are you kidding me?! I literally just had the bar reconstructed! Do you know how much that cost?!”
Shizuo had bowed his head in shame, while Izaya only played with his switchblade carelessly. But you couldn’t care less about them—not when you were this angry.
“I can’t believe you destroyed everything! EVERYTHING! And now I have to pay for it all! All those bottles you destroyed? Those cost me more than your entire weekly paychecks!”
Your head snapped in Izaya’s direction as he laughed lightly. “Well, [Y/N]-chan, it’s not my fault that this beast over here can’t control himself. If anything, I—”
Before he could continue, you jabbed him the chest angrily. “Don’t think you’re getting away with this! Neither of you are going home until you help me clean up this mess! I can’t believe the audacity…”
Some distance away, Celty sat on her bike, watching with a mixture of amusement and pity as two of the most dangerous men in Ikebukuro got chewed out. She couldn’t help but find it funny how [Y/N] managed to silence both of them with only words. It was almost like a mother chastising her children for being naughty.
“I see [Y/N] got to them before anything else could happen.”
Turning slightly, Celty watched Tom jog over to where she was. He placed a hand on his hip and sighed, rubbing his forehead slightly.
“Man, it seems like they can’t go anywhere without getting into each other’s hair. Well, at least there’s [Y/N] to keep them in check.”
Celty nodded in agreement.
“Jeez, I hope [Y/N] gives them a little mercy. Otherwise I don’t think they’ll survive.”
