What Would They Say - mob!Tom x Reader

One

The lights were bright. The music was loud. And my best friend was still not funny.

Ollie thought he was hilarious, making jokes about my livelihood. I was a bartender in a bar. A normal bar. It was really nothing special. Ollie just thought it was hilarious because I was the known 'mum friend' in our group of friends, which meant that I was often the designated driver and therefore drank the least.

The bar wasn't even that dodgy, considering that it was owned by Tom Holland. I had never even seen the guy, probably because he chose instead to visit one of the numerous brothels he owned - another butt of Ollie's jokes. He and my other best friend James would often joke that I ought to work there before one of them would 'picture' it and then proclaim that the image made them want to physically throw up as a result of me being too much like a sister to both of them.

"Well I'm sorry that we can't all be supported by our parents," I say, placing another pint of beer in front of him, grinning. Ollie laughed at that.

"Well, perhaps you ought to be able to get a better job somewhere, Scholarship Girl," Ollie teases me and I wince at my old nickname.

"Why does that still make me want to go home and cry?" I question as James slides onto the barstool next to Ollie.

"Because you're just such a nice and sweet person," James grins, leaning forwards to ruffle my hair.

"God you guys are assholes!" I laugh, pouring another pint of beer for James and setting it in front of him.

"But you love us anyway," Ollie points out and I roll my eyes.

"As much as I love you, I actually have a job to uphold so, if you'll excuse me," I grin, walking over to the other side of the bar towards a group of boys who had just sat down.

I don't notice the presence of the five boys until I'm chatting with Ollie and James again, discussing our summer plans and the absence of the only other female member of our group of five friends, Jess.

"I just... I don't like him," I admit, pouring another pint of beer for the men sitting at a table in the corner.

"Who don't you like, sorry?" Asked the man ordering the round of beers.

"Our friend's boyfriend. He's a dick," Ollie explains, taking a drink from his beer.

"Have you told her that?" The man asks.

"Nah, we figured she can make her own mistakes and we'll laugh over them and comfort her later, during the aftermath of them," James tells him.

"Yeah, that's what we did when he dated her," I grin, indicating towards James who huffs.

"I was not a mistake, I was the best thing that ever happened to her!" James argues and I sigh.

"Sometimes I think that making friends with you two was the worst mistake of my life," I say contemplatively and James scowls as Ollie hits my arm. The man chuckles at our antics as I hand him the final beer.

"You're a good group," he compliments and we smile.

"Thanks, I only think about murdering them every other day," I inform him and the man laughs again before walking back to his table, filled with other middle-aged men.

That's when they entered. It was easy to spot as a hush seemed to fall over the bar. I exchanged a look with the other bartender on duty, Jon who mouthed 'Tom' at me. My eyes widened slightly and he nodded in confirmation.

"Excuse me, I'm mildly concerned about getting fired so I'm going to pretend I like this job," I say to my friends, grabbing a dish cloth and wiping down the bar.