It was a rough night. But it was always a rough night when Strider was performing. Being his bouncer had never been an easy task for someone like you. The other bouncers looked down on you, partially because of you being a girl and this job generally being rather male dominant. In your defense, you wanted a simple side job that payed well and didn't require too much brain power with a hint of possible danger. Your main job currently is doing art commissions, but these days those darn boys eat up most of your time, day and night. You are snapped out of mentally contemplating your life choices when a crazy, and very drunk, fan girl attempts to push her way past you. You quickly turn her around before her drunken brain can register what happened and push her back into the crowd. This process of pushing all sorts of people on various illegal substances back in the crowd where they belonged is all your life consists of for the moment.
Unlike your fellow bouncers who take breaks to flirt and smoke and only God knows what else, you stay front and center all night, and that is thanks to Strider choosing to put you there. You know that there is no reason logical or ironic, to place you where you are other than to make the other fan girls jealous of your job. About there in your train of though, you realize that the music has stopped and people are starting to look your way. You feel a tap on your shoulder.
"My bro is taking over for now L/N. You're not going to take a mental health break unless I force you to. Luckily I have some free time to make sure you can stay conscious for the remainder of your shift."
YOU ARE READING
Dave Strider x Reader
FanfictionListen up crazy fan girls. There will be no smut or cursing. Your imaginations can make up for it no doubt. My writing style for this is using present tense and speaking as if I were you. You are the top bouncer for the Strider family. Your spend yo...
