Is It To Your Satisfaction? (Slight Phantom x Reader)
I told @freckled-words that I wrote this and she said “Curse You” and told me to tag her hehehehe
This is the first time I’m writing for Phantom, and his character will likely change the more I learn about him. But I hope you enjoy what I have so far!
I do have an idea for a part two for this, if y’all would like!
Also if you can’t tell, I have NO idea how hotels work XD
Warnnings: I don’t think there’s anything, but please let me know if you see something!
The hotel seemed nice enough from the outside. It wasn’t broken down or ruddy looking. And the glowing sign out front, while not flickering, didn’t shine to the point that you wanted to gouge out your eyes. It felt rather homey, and homey was exactly what you needed.
There were a few people sitting in the lobby area, and they were decently dresses, nothing too fancy or flashy. Jazz music played softly from a few speakers above your head, and there was a kind man waiting to greet you at the front desk. His nametag read “Andy”.
“Why hello there, how may I help you?” He asked with a smile.
“Well, I’m just hoping for an affordable room for the next couple of nights.” You told him, playing with the strap of your bag. Your only bag.
“Ah, of course, of course! We can give you room 5-92C! Unless, of course, you’d like a view, than we have room 7-12A.” He held out two keys, each with room numbers on them. “Two nights will be $200.”
“Nope. $200 total.” Andy jingled the keys. “We always aim to satisfy here, after all. Is the price to your satisfaction?” You couldn’t find yourself saying no - a two night stay for only a couple hundred bucks? Where would you get a better deal.
“Yes,” You say, taking the key to 7-12A. “Yes.” You could faintly remember following Andy to your room, up the stairs, down the hall, past the ice machine. He’d offered to carry your bag, and even though you insisted it was fine, he did so anyway.
“Your room,” He waited for you to open the door and step inside before moving to place your bag on the bed. “If you need anything at all, don’t be scared to give us a ring downstairs. The bar and entertainment room is just past the lobby desk, the ice machine is just down the hall, and the landry room will have to be opened by myself or another bellhop. Please, do enjoy your stay.” Once he’s gone, you start unpacking your small bag, even though you know you’ll just be packing it up again tomorrow.
You take a quick shower, letting the warm water and surprisingly steady, strong pressure flow against your skin. When you finally got out, you put on your cleanest outfit and made your way out the door, key in one pocket, wallet in the other. You really needed a drink.
The bar room was just beside the lobby, as Andy had said. It was a little cramped, a few people seated here and there, drinks in hands. And a stage, where some poor soul was attempting to “pull a rabbit out of a hat”. You rolled your eyes, talking a seat at the bar.
“What can I get for you?” The bartender asked, wiping a glass with a clean towel.
“Anything that can keep me awake though this,” you said while making a small motion to the stage. The bartender chuckled.
“I’ve got just the thing, doll.” And when he finally passed you your drink, you were not disappointed. And you felt yourself buzzing as a man dressed in black and red approached you, tapping his cane against the floor as he hummed an unfamiliar tune.
“Hello there,” he said with a smile. “And who might you be?” He took a seat beside you. You took a moment to look him over, appreciating the tattoos on his arm for a moment longer than you intended to. When you to go his face, he was smiling a cocky smile like he knew exactly what you’d been doing.
“Who’s asking?” You reply, eyebrow raised. He mimics you, motioning to the bartender with one hand.
“Well, doll, the owner of this establishment.” He then made a gesture to the room. He took his drink from the bartender (Shawn, you read his nametag) and tossed it back. “They call me Phantom. What do they call you?”
“(F/N).” You tell him, deciding that a first name would be good enough. “You’ve got a really nice place here… Phantom.” It was a strange name, you would admit, but nothing stranger than names you’d heard before.
“Well, you know doll, it pays the bills.” You watched out of the corner of your eye as the magician was booed off stage.
“Can’t say too much about the entertainment, though.” This seemed to peak his interest, though you felt somehow that wasn’t much of a good thing. He stood.
“Well, doll, I guess we just gotta try a bit harder, huh?” Suddenly he snapped - a sharp sound that seemed to cut the air, the the room fell silent as he approached the stage with such swagger you wanted to slap the confidence off of him. He switched his cane for the old-timey mic at the edge of the stage. He tapped it a couple of times to see if it was on.
A soft melody began playing from god-knows-where and a hum rumbled out of his chest. You could certainly say you were blown away by the mixture of his vocals and the instruments, and overall his short but cocky performer. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as the lyrics passed his lips, none of it making much sense, but still music to your ears. You barely noticed when the music picked up.
Phantom sent a wink your way as his voice went lower, and you found yourself bobbing your head along to the beat. It was over just as soon as it started and you watched as he practically danced off stage to approach you again.
“How’s that for entertainment?” He asked as Shawn passed him a new drink.
“Not what I was expecting,” You say shortly. “But not disappointing.” He smiles at you.
“Well doll, stick around.” Then, quickly to Shawn. “Her drinks on the house, Shawn.” He begins to exit, waving his cane around a bit in your direction. “Because I swear this, you won’t regret it.”
You didn’t spend much more time at the bar, opting to go back to your room and admire the view you’d been given. Or, at least, attempt to. The sun was already down, and you couldn’t see much, so instead you looked around the room. There were a few little knick-knacks here and there, including a small little figurine in a glass jar. Pretty.
Sleep, your body tells you. Sleep. And so, you change into your sleep shorts, and slide into the big, comfortable bed. $200 for a couple of nights. What a steal.
And just before you fell into a deep sleep, you swore you could hear someone yelling at you to run.
