The outfit you had to wear sucks ass. You have never felt so bad for the people in China who had to make this shit. It was a fucking red kitty outfit. It's basicly a rip away red tank-top that said "meow" in white and white shorts that had a red tail and ears. You had your choice in outfits, but you went with this one because your other boss,Nepeta,begged you and couldn't say no to her adorable green eyes. You put on your blue contacts and walk on stage. The music starts to play and your dance begins. Your decently felxible, so you can do some moves that would break anyone elses bones. Five minutes later your dance is over and walk off stage shirtless and covered in sweat. You plant your ass on a beanbag you have there strictly for ironic reasons. You towel yourself off quickly and put on some normal clothes and walk behind the bar.
After every dance you walk behind the bar to help Gamzee. He is a kickass bartender, but you'll never admit it to him. "Hey Motherfucker notgoing to show me any love?" You roll your eyes and say nothing. You clean the glasses until the juggalo pokes your cheek "What's wrong bro?" Gamzee actually looks concerned, you don't know why you two aren't on the best turns. He tries to be friendly to you, but you always push him away. "Nothing important." You lie, your just lying to every one tonight. You had a lot on your mind though, you were trying to figure out a way to make it up to Sollux. "Can I have a manehatten and a margrita please?" some weirdo asks. Gamzee looks at you "I got the margrita cool bro?" "Yeah I got it." You start to make the manehatten. Making it wasn't hard, but making drinks always tests your memory of how to make them. You have no idea how the hell that clown next to remembers how to make drinks and do it with flair. It confuses you to no end, but for now you let it drop. "Here it is Makara." After a few hours of this you leave for the night, walking home. Once you get your fine ass home you take a shower and go to your room and have a dreamless sleep.
