This fanfiction if written by Echo

Chapter 1

"Table five wants 2 more bottles and a Strawberry Daiquiri." I slide my serving tray onto the black glossy bar as several more bunny girls come up for their orders.

"Hey Silver." I turn to my friend Sayuri. She is wearing blue fishnets to match her deep purple bunny suit. The Black lights causing her dark red hair to turn into an even deeper black. She picks up a tray of drinks, "Wanna take a break?" She winks at me before taking the drinks to a table and returning only to call out another order.

My tray of drinks is ready. I slide the tray onto my hands with a smile at the thought of a 'break'. "Sure just let me take care of this." I take my tray and make my way away from the bar and into the playing field.

Several tables sit through out the black carpeted room, each table with about 5 or so men, all with a fuck ton of money. I reach table five, each man has 2 bunny girls fawning over them giving me the opportunity to easily slip in, deliver the drinks, and go on my 'break'. I slide my tray under my arm and turn back to the bar, only to feel a hand grasping my wrist.

"Hey babe." A sixty year old man purrs as eyes me up and down. "How much for a lap dance?" he pinches the puffy, white bunny tail on the back of my deep red bunny suit, slowly sliding his hand down to cup my ass. I flick myself out of his grasp before he can get too low.

"Sorry." I flirt in a sexual way. "But if you want a lap dance you've gotta call them." I flick my head towards the dancers as the grind and slither themselves up and down their poles.

The old man grins. "Well that's too bad. I wanted you."

Gross.

I forcefully put on a smile as I reply. "Maybe next time." I turn and walk back to the bar, I fucking hate this job. The only reason I'm working here is because I'm friends with the owner's brother and if he knows I'm working here he won't have to 'worry' about me.

I slam my tray down on the bar with a sigh. I sit on one of the purple satin bar stools and rest my head on the bar. "Here." I look up to see the bartender, Dash, handing me a cigarette.

"Thanks." I mumble as I put the cig in my mouth, Dash hands me his lighter, I receive, use, and return, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a familiar bitter flavor. Most of the time I find cigarettes a waste of time, but when they're all you've got….

Dash goes and checks on his other customers before coming back to me, his rainbow colored strands flow around his neck as he ties up the longer strands of his hair. His crystal gauge spikes sparkle with just as many colors as his hair as he leans on the Bar. "How're you doin?" His tattoo's flex as his muscles move and ripple.

"Fine." I say short as I smoke my cigarette and stare at Dash's Rainbow tattoos. He scoffs at my usual bitchy attitude as I stare off into space, thinking of nothing in particular. He serves a middle aged man sitting next to me some Gin and tonic before flicking my temple with his middle finger.

"What?" I ask annoyed he had to flick me. Like, he could have called my name or something, he didn't have to flick me.

He motions towards the double closing doors labeled Restroom as 2 bunny girls and a girl in a French maid outfit walk out laughing. "Isn't it time for your, 'break'?"

I grin.

He grins at my grinning.

"Stop that." I say in a playful voice as I put the cigarette into Dash's mouth to finish it. He laughs as I slide off of the stool and practically run to the Bathrooms, my bunny ears bouncing with each hop as my ponytail swings.

I push my body in between the doors, causing them to part.

The room is lit dimly and Sayuri is already leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette.

"Took you long enough." She says, dropping and stepping on her cigarette. "You ready?" She raises her perfectly plucked eyebrows.

"Fuck yeah." I smile, she doesn't even know how ready.

She smiles at me then takes a small metal canister out of the top of her bunny suit. She pours a small white line on the black marble sink and offers me a fifty I'm pretty sure she just pulled out of her bra.

"Ladies first."

I roll up the bill and take the line eagerly. The powder burns, but the instant the rush hits I forget all about that. I feel on top of the world. I could do anything. I could rip out the throat of that perv that cupped my ass.

Sayuri takes her line and puts the canister back in its home.

"You good to go back in?" She asks, a genuine friend.

"Nah, shifts over. I'm getting out of here. Castiel's throwing a party if you wanna stop by later." I slip off my black 8 inch heels and step onto the smooth marble.

"We'll see. I might be meeting up with Lysander later so, who knows? Also his party's last like 3 days." She turns to head back to the showroom, but i head towards the room labeled Employee's Only.

The room is empty as I walk over to my crappy rusted locker that contains my everyday essentials.

I cringe as I peel off the bunny jumper and toss it in the employee laundry hamper. The shiny fishnets are the only part of the outfit that stay on my body. I slip on a pair of black booty shorts over the sparkly tights when I hear a phone go off. I look around not sure where the sound is coming from. The phone continues to ring as I search for it shirtless.

I am on my hands and knees looking under the lockers when the ringing stops.

Oh, Ok.

I stand back up and walk over to my locker to continue dressing when the phone starts to ring again. Fuck. This time I try to follow the sound of the phone, eventually leading me to a locker. I kick the locker with my bare foot making it open. A pink IPhone sits on top of folded black pants practically screaming opportunity.

I pick up the Iphone and answer it. "Hello?"

"Cunt." A male voice replies on the phone.

"I prefer Bitch." I say, recognizing the usual abusive crackhead language. "Who's this?" I start to go through the things in the locker to see if I can find something interesting.

"Jeremy." The man says as I find a brown paper bag in the bottom of the locker. "Is Lisa there?"

I think Lisa is one of the strippers in the candy striper section. "No." I say as I open the brown bag. Several packets of white powders and pills are inside, all of them labeled by numbers.

"Lisa's not here right now. But I have a package." I say guessing that she was gonna sell these later.

"Is it labeled 'Germ'?" The man asks. You can hear voices and laughs in his background.

I look on the outside of the bag and see the words "Germ" poorly scribbled on it.

"Yeah," I reply closing the locker and bringing it to mine. "Want me to bring it to you?" I ask having nothing better to do.

"Yeah." The man says as I complicatedly slide on a black tank top while keeping the phone to my ear. "I'm at Amoris St. Next to the giant duck." He says as I take some of the small bags of powder and use them to pad my bra.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes."

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