The Seven (Tokyo revengers x Fem! Takemichi)

✔︎ Chapter 8

The door to Mitchy's apartment slammed shut, causing a loud bang to fill the once silent atmosphere.

"They fired me!" Mitchy yelled angrily, addressing her best friend who followed after her. "After all the years of work I put into that place, they just fire me!"

Ruthie slowly took a seat on the couch, sighing deeply as she shook her head, rubbing her temples.

"Are you serious?" she huffed out. "You've been there for what? Two years now? I don't even think you've missed a single shift, even though you're a full time student."

Mitchy nodded her head, throwing her hands in the air.

"I know right!"

Ruthie crossed her arms.

"Why do you think they fired you?" she inquired.

You shrugged your shoulders, already knowing the reason why.

"Because I wouldn't strip for them." Mitchy deadpanned.

Ruthie tilted her head, her yellow eyes staring at you curiously.

"They asked you to be a stripper?"

Mitchy nodded once again.

"Yes. When I declined...they fired me." Mitchy stated. "They're just perverts who want me to take off my clothes for money!"

The red-head frowned deeply.

"But, I don't understand..." she started. "Don't you have to be a model to even get an interview?"

Mitchy huffed, crossing her arms as she made her way into the kitchen.

"Yes." Mitchy said. "Which is why I don't understand why I was even considered, let alone asked three times."

Ruthie's eyes widened.

"They asked you three time?!"

Mitchy gave her a stern look, before opening her refrigerator and leaning down to peer inside.

"Three annoying times." Mitchy stated. "Different people came to ask every time too... I swear rich people just can't take no for an answer."

The yellow-eyed girl nooded her head in agreement, her shoulders shrugging.

"Well, you're right about that..." she sighed. "But, if I'm honest, I'm glad you finally got an opportunity to get away from that place... The clientele that place brings...well they aren't the best people to be around."

Mitchy snorted, reaching into the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water, shutting the fridge door.

"Do you really believe everything you read online?" Mitchy popped, sitting down beside her friend.

Ruthie frowned.

"I'm serious."she deadpanned. "People say that is run by a drug lords and a lot of crime takes place there.."

Mitchy raised an eyebrow at her statement, amused by the quiet tone in her voice.

"Ruthie, I have been working there for two years." you started. "Sure, the lace is huge and extremely fancy, but underneath all of that...its just a normal strip club...nothing interesting happens...at least not to me."

The red-head rolled her eye.

"Say what you want, but I think something is going on in that place and I have a bad feeling about it.."

Mitchy chuckled, shaking her head as she unscrewed the cap of her water bottle, taking a brief swing before turning her attention back onto her friend.

"What if we go find out?" Mitchy hummed.

Ruthie raised a brow, crossing her arms.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "You've got that dangerous spark in your eyes."

Mitchy poke her playfully.

"I mean, why don't we go and find out if something is really going on there?" Mitchy started. "I have my employee badge. I can get us in for free."

The yellow-eyed woman shook her head instantly.

"No way." she blurted. "That place is dangerous and crawling with drug dealers. I'm not going nether should you."

Mitchy stuck out her buttom lip.

"It will be fun!" Mitchy argued. "I'll have a few drinks, share a few laughs, maybe talk to a few of the male strippers and if we see anything illegal, then we can leave right away."

"I don't know..." Ruthie mumbled uncertainly.

"Come on!" Mitchy whined. "It's been a long time since we've had any fun together."

Mitchy watched as one of her best friends resolve slowly began to crumble, her face falling as she let out a silent huff of air.

"Fine." she popped.

Mitchy smiled widely, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

"Thank you-"

"But," she cut her off, giving Mitchy a stern look. "If we see anything remotely illegal, we leave."

Mitchy nooded her head.

"Don't worry." Mitchy started. "Nothing interesting ever happens at Wings."

Right?

A/n:

I love you, flowers..

-junamae≧◉◡◉≦