Clandestine

Mr. Artbook

Dimmed lights creating a warm glow in the corners while the bright killing disco lights flashes over the dance floor. The strong odor of cigarette mixed with alcohol lingering in the air. The expensive looking disco ball rotating over the heads of the people who are dancing as if there's no tomorrow. Some having cocktails while grooving to the loud rock music which is booming through the big speakers hanging everywhere. Loud continuous talkings of people getting shuffled with the music in the background is enough to give you a really bad headache but what made it worse is running around the whole two floored packed club, taking orders and placing the numerous types of cocktails.

Being a college student and working part time in a night club is exhausting. At times I really wanted to give up but my determination in learning shooting kept me going.

Placing the cocktails glasses on the plastic tray, huffing out a breathe I walked in a hurried pace wanting to finish my shift soon and get home and take a nice warm shower. Walking fast was hard too due to the rule of wearing heels. First they give a role of running from here to there serving drinks then say to wear heels. Honestly the rules for the workers here are messed up. Girls have to wear skirts that reaches up to the thigh, shouldn't reach below their knees. I get it y'all want to attract men here. But I just want my pay and to get that I have to forcibly follow the rules.

"For table 14, looks like they are less today"
Nancy says handing me the tray of cocktails.
Appletini again
The mention of table 14, for some reason makes my heart race and some sort of annoyance creeps up in my blood.

Walking towards the table were the three familiar boys were seated, I mentally cursed when I realized I had my hair tied up in a high ponytail. My free hand quickly made its way to pull down the red velvety scrunchie but stopped my actions when his strawberry mimosa like voice clearly made its way to my ears despite the loud rock music and people shouting in the background.

"It's too late now buttercup "

My eyes traveled to the man sitting in the middle of the large chocolate colored sofa. His tongue poking his right inner cheek while his gaze fixated on me. The dangly silver earrings giving a glow while his jet black bangs falls over his right doe eye placing a darker expression on his honey glazed face. A leather jacket which I assume is his was resting on his thighs as his knees were on full display due to the ripped jeans he was wearing. The loose half sleeved tee made it possible to see all those incredible swirling inks he painted by himself on his arm up to his elbow. He brought his left hand out of his pockets and motioned his fingers indicating me to come forward.

Gulping down the saliva that formed in my mouth, I steadily walked up to the table, making it easier for myself to see the equipments that usually rested on top of the table , not here today. Instead the very familiar brown journal layed open on the table making it possible to see the various types of interesting cool designs which Jeon Jungkook  drew .

With one swift motion of his long veiny hand he closed the journal and threw it to the Brunnete haired male's lap beside him making the table clear for me to put down the drinks.

"I thought I told you to not put your hair up when you're wearing that red blouse "

He said while taking hold of the appletini glass while his eyes roamed around my neck and collar bone which was on full display. Licking his lips after the sweet fluid went inside his mouth he locked his brown glazed orbs with mine.

"Come on kook she's already living with the fear of spitting out the secrets accidentally and now you're telling her how to keep her hair too"
The blonde doll faced sitting left to him said while giving me a glance and picking up his favorite screwdriver
(A/N screwdriver here is a name of a cocktail it's not a tool here lol)