Cupid's Arrow - yan!dsmp x non-binary!reader

^ Part 5: Gamblers Paradise 1/2: Welcome to the Desert! ^

"Their a neutral party, plus they need to see more of the area." George counters actually using the what? 6 braincells he has.

At this point your just standing their like that picture 🧍

"I don't mind going with you guys, it's not that big of a deal." Oh. You had no idea what affect your words had on the three guys. or at least, not yet. 

"See Karl? They want to come!" Sapnap exclaimed like he'd won the lottery as he latched onto my shoulder.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do anything." Karl practically begged looking me in my eyes.

"I wouldn't have said what I said if I didn't want to go." I respond finishing my drink. "Thanks for the drink Karl, you paying or me?" you follow up.

"Oh I'll pay-" Karl starts to say but stops as I place down singular diamond. He looks at me in surprise

"Didn't realise you where that rich, Y/N. How long you had that?" He says, attempting to cover up his fumble (due to a minor gay panic) it wasn't minor ;)

"Oh, since I got here. It was a gift from a kind stranger." I probably just blew my cover with Karl and was already anticipating the question of who the stranger was, but I never came...

"Okay. Enough chat. You'll be able to talk later. Y/N you need to pick an outfit, Las Nevadas has a dress code. Since it's a gambling nation." George interrupted. Gambling? Ok... wait! Suits?! Hot women? Maybe some good music? Wowowowowoow okay I'm so in! Maybe they'll let me sing karaoke! Or not...

- x - x - x - TIMESKIP, brought you by, YOUR DEAD ANKLES! cos Greg dragged you - x - x - x

so yeah, George dragged me to a big building, which had the sign of a tailor on it,

"Okay. You can change in here. Pick whatever it's fine." He says pushing up his clout glasses, which what I didn't know was to hide his red face.

I trudge away from the mushroomy elf and open the door to the tailor. Which is empty. Odd. But hey free fashion! After poking around the racks of formal clothes, I settle on a pastel f/c suit/dress with matching accessories and shoes.

After putting on the aforementioned outfit, I take a moment to admire myself in the mirror the tailors changing room had, and I have to admit, I was looking more fire than the lava we used back home at the forge. "Heyyyy beautiful lady... I don't know if your into enbies but I just wanna say your pretty and women are great" I say to the imaginary hot women I'd just made up. What? I need my confidence somehow. Never mind- I just took my old clothes and put them in my backpack. 

As I was about to go outside and meet Georgie or George, not the kid from IT, I noticed something sitting on a hat rack.

A f/c beanie! I HAD to wear it! Cause it's fashionable, goes well with my outfit and it's. It's a beanie. I gotta.

Swiping the beanie and placing it onto my  head of h/l h/c hair, (sorry bald readers) I  march happily out of the tailors, only to come face to face with...

Some guy wearing suspenders with green goo on his glasses? Ok I won't judge the goop, but SUSPENDERS? Normally I would shake a hoe down if I saw someone wearing that, but this guy as kind of pulling it off. Slay I guess?