AN: Hi folks, something a little different here! I do enjoy VCD a lot, very addictive game and I wanted to challenge myself into writing a romantic fanfiction based on the game. Als,o I am writing in a male POV, which is very rare for me! There will be some good romance, which is why I will rate it M for now.
Chapter one: On fire (and getting fired)
When I die, and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that's the best
When I lay down to die
Goin' up to the spirit in the sky
That's where I'm gonna go when I die
When I die, and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that's the best
I swung my mop around at the constant beat of the drums, swaying from side to side as the music blared through the headset that rested against my temples. It was transmitting the music through bone conduction, and as soon as Norman Greenbaum played his solo, I lifted my mop and played it like an air guitar.
I didn't like my job as a janitor, but listening to music made it a bit more bearable.
"Wolf!"
I dropped my mop halfway through the guitar solo in fright and whipped around, not waiting for the following clang as the mop crashed to the floor. A balding man, about fifty years old, was glaring at me and I immediately relaxed. "Mr Smith," I answered with a sigh.
Hank Smith should either be spending more time on exercising or less time on eating. He was at least three times wider than I was and let me tell you, I am not bony. He barely fit in his fancy suit with a white dress shirt. He strolled towards me and his strides reminded me of an 8-month pregnant woman.
"Wolf, you got about an hour left to finish the bar! You should spend less time on dancing and more time cleaning!"
"Yes, sir," I answered monotonous, immediately picking up my mop and continued cleaning the sticky floor. The bar had been filled with drunk people just hours before, and I think litres of beer was still soaking the oak wood floor. From the corner of my eye, I could see the man stomp off into the back of the bar, where his office was. I rolled my eyes, knowing I would never finish in an hour, but not caring enough to speed up my cleaning.
After about half an hour of more mopping, I wiped my forehead with a sigh. There was just no way I was going to make it. I looked up as the back door behind the bar swung open, and a frustrated Brooke came out. Brooke was a beautiful strawberry blonde with a gorgeous supermodel body who worked behind the bar.
Unfortunately, she's the boss's daughter.
"Yo Brooke," I said to her, leaning against the mop.
"Hi Grayson," she answered, sighing as she started to clean some glasses.
"Bad night?" I asked. I was never going to be finished on time, so might as well chat around a bit with my boss's hot daughter. I had no self-preservation anyway.
"Yeah, something like that," she muttered, hanging a wine glass upside down above the bar, before grabbing the next.
"Lemme know if I can do anything to help you, okay?" I told her, giving her one of my sexy smirks.
She gave me a smile back, chuckling. "Not sure if my dad would approve," she said.
"I am sure he won't," I responded, chuckling, "but we all gotta rebel sometimes."
Brooke's smile widened, and I knew I had her then.
Half an hour later, empty shot glasses were littered all over the bar. Brooke was sitting on top of the bar, filling another two shot glasses with tequila.
"Me and tequila don't go along very well," I said, my head swarming with the amounts of alcohol I had consumed in such a short time. "I'm not sure I can handle it."
"Who does?" Brooke said, giggling and moving one of the glasses to me. I think she was drunk, too. "Lemme tell you, if you drink this one, I'll kiss you."
I blinked, not expecting that and making her giggle even more. "Close-lipped or French?"
"Hmm, that's for me to know and for you to find out Mr Gray," she said, giggling, picking up her own shot glass. "Let's get fifty shades of fucked up."
"I am so getting fired today," I murmured before downing the whole glass. I groaned at the intense burning as it went down my throat, before slamming the shot glass on the bar. "Where's that kiss then?"
She giggled, before leaning down to me.
"Are you FUCKING kidding me!"
We both startled, looking towards her father, who was slowly turning a shade of bright purple.
"Yup, definitely getting fired today," I said, making Brooke giggle again.
AN: I hope you enjoyed it! Lemme know in the reviews what you think!
