~EddiexReaderxVenom~ 18+ smut warning

The Night Shift

"Another boring day," I told myself.

I work at a local bar in Detroit.
It was made 'bout a year ago and the owners are never around.
It's small and barley has any customers, so the bartender was always in the back of the place.
I, like always, was put on the cleaner night shift.
It was a self proclaimed service which payed almost nothing and the hours were shit.
Not much had happened in the last couple years or so.
You'd think with it being Detroit and all that something would happen, but...nah, not really.

This night, however, something out of the ordinary occurred.
It was around, uh...midnight ish when this guy came in.
He wore a black and gray hoodie with tan skin.
I watched as he walked across the room and sat at the bar.
Knowing that the bartender would be a while, I figured I'd do him some service.

"Hello!
Welcome to Cafe Quacks!
The best and only bar cafe in all the state.
How can I help you today?" I asked him.

Walking behind the bar, I noticed his silence as he read the menus.
After a moment or so, he looked at me for a moment.
Due to state precautions, his face was mostly covered by a mask, so all I could see were his eyes.
They were brown.
Hazelnut brown...

"I'll have a tequila sunrise please." He said.

I nodded and turned my back to him.
I'd never really made a drink before, so I quickly whipped out my phone to look up a tutorial.
Once I found a decent one, I turned around and began making the drink.
It's golden orange appeal mixed beautifully together, combining with red.
He mumbled something to himself as I served the drink and then proceeded to ask for something else.

"Do you, uh...happen to sell food this late?"

"That depends.
What did you have in mind?"

"Well, the pancake look-" he stopped as though he had been interrupted.

After another moment or so, he continued.

"Actually, can we- I get the meat lovers breakfast special?"

"Of course, sir.
Do you have any preferences on how you'd like your meat cooked?"

"As kings as it's rare!"

I nodded, inputting the order.
A bunch of clattering soon followed.

"Ugh, what a profound sense of unprofessionalism." I mumbled.

"What was that?" He asked.

Thinking of nothing better to do with my time, I began chatting with the stranger.

"Nothing, it's just-
Our chef's a lazy bum, is all.
He always makes a mess!"

"That must be embarrassing!"

"You don't know the half of it."

He laughed.

"I'm Eddie, by the way."

"Oh!
Y/N, nice to meet you."

"So," he sipped his drink.
"How long have you worked here?"

"'Bout eight months.
Maybe nine..."

"So not long?"

I shook my head.

"What about you?
What brings you to our little slice of...well...something?"

"Just uh-...passing through.
Nothing major, there's just a ton of crime 'round here."

"Yeah, well, not as much as normal.
After a while, you tend to get use to sirens."

"You've lived here a long time, I take it?"

"Eh, sort of.
I lived most of my life further south and only came up here for my degree."

"Degree?"

"Yeah!
Something you should know about this is place is that Detroit is the single technological advanced runner-up internationally!"

"Really?
I assume that means your here for tech degree?"

"Yeah...
Medical technologies, actually."

I paused for a moment.

"Oh!
Here I am rambling on and on about my life when you probably came to eat in peace."

"No, no, it's fine!
In all reality, it's been awhile since I've talked to an actual person."

Although his remark was put a bit oddly, I knew what he meant.
I'm not the best at socializing either, so I guess we have that in common.

"I'm sure this whole 'Covid' mess hasn't helped you either."

"You don't know the half of it!"

We both laughed with one another, enjoying the awkwardness.
Finally, the bell rang.
Eddie's food was done and I walked over to get it.
As I went to grab the entree, a cooky voice from the kitchen grabbed my attention.
Literally.
The chef clenched my wrist and leaned close to my face.

"You smell nice today~" he said creepily.

I yanked my arm from him, taking the tray with me.

"Buzz off, Jim!
Put that hand of yours up your ass and don't make me come back there and kick it." I bellowed, slightly snarling at him.

He backed off angrily as I turned and gave the platter to our customer.
Eddie was staring at me, the chef, and then the platter.

"Is something wrong, sir?
Not cooked to your liking?"

"Has he...done that before?"

"Done what?
Piss me off?
Yeah, plenty of times."

"No...grab you like that."

"Occasionally."

"Haven't you told your manger?"

"You mean the one who's out back right now getting high and sucking god knows what behind the dumpsters?
Yeah, no.
'Side's, I can take care of myself!"

He stayed silent, eating the food while eyeing the chef who creepily staring at me.
I knew it but wasn't going to do anything until Eddie left.
Another bad Yelp review would surely piss someone off.
Not me, of course, but someone.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"No, just the check.
Thank you."

I nodded.
I turned around and walked to the end of the bar where the computer was.
It was old as hell and ran like a freaking tree.
After a moment, I turned back to the hooded stranger.
He had already finished plate and drink.

"You must've been hungry!" I said.

"Yeah.
Haven't eaten in awhile."

"Your total is $9.78.
Will you paying in check, card, or cash today?"

"Cash."

He began digging around for his wallet.
A concerned expression creeped upon his face as he emptied his pockets.
He groaned.

"Shit...!"

I knew that sound.
He'd lost his wallet or in this neighborhood, it most likely just stollen.

"Look, is there a tab or-"

The computer dinged as I placed a ten in the register.
He glances at me almost surprised.

"There you are.
Have a nice evening!"

"You didn't have to do that!
I could've payed..."

"Look man, I'm gonna level with you.
Your not the first guy in the world to loose his wallet.
In fact, I loose mine on a daily basis!
I've been there!
It only makes since to do for you what I would've wanted done to me."

Even with the mask, I saw a thankful smile creep up on him.
He thanked me and headed out the door.
With that, my shift had ended.

I thought about Eddie on my way home and even as I laid in my bed...
Something felt off about him...but in a good way!
I hoped to see that mysterious man again..