A/N: Still set in America, where they're at a casino (yet again) and is based off of how Monta thought of Mamori in a bunny-costume, and then of how Hiruma likes money (or entertainment, hah!)
Outfit
Mamori glared down at the blond who was currently popping sugar-free bubblegum, his eyes trailing up and down her body before finally saying, "I guess it'll do."
"EXCUSE ME?! Give me back all my clothes before I do something regrettable!" the manager screeched into Hiruma's face that seemed unaffected by the venom in her voice. She hadn't thought that when she'd gone into her shower she'd come back out with all her clothes stolen except for a sole outfit placed on her bed. She wouldn't have figured it out if she hadn't found a stray bullet on the ground below the outfit.
"Look," he sat up in his chair, his tuxedo ruffling with the action, "it's either you work here or we don't have enough money for your plane ticket." It was a flat out lie, he had enough if she wanted first class, but he wasn't going to tell her that anytime soon.
"Are you threatening me?" Mamori now whispered in a hiss, slamming her hands on the black-jack table and causing some coins and cards to rearrange.
"Nice view," Hiruma said as his eyes flicked down, causing the blue-eyed teen to reel back and cross her hands over her chest, stumbling in black heels.
"Now, Bunny Girl, shouldn't you be getting yourself some tips?" he said with a smirk that would have made the devil himself jealous, if Hiruma wasn't him himself, Mamori thought bitterly as she turned to leave.
But as she was about to take a step forward, she felt a tugging at the back of her costume and turned around to see Hiruma squeezing the white pom-pom that symbolized her tail.
"I'm going to kill you when we get back to Japan," she uncharacteristically growled as she pulled free of his long fingers before walking off in search of a tray.