Booze n Booty

Another fun night at the Wonderland Casino for Eren was quickly turning into something he didn’t exactly enjoy. The casino was beyond full tonight, buns and dolls alike bumping into one another, the smell of smoke creeping from the smoking section, and a poor bartender who seems absolutely overwhelmed. 

“No, oh no!“ Hops cried out as one of the most expensive bottles of champagne went flying to the floor as she went to try and pour it, smashing on the hard floor beneath her feet. Hops, the poor woman, was in so much visible distress that some patrons were slowly leaving the bar. It was starting to cost the Queen of Wonderland money. Angora soon walked over, asking what was happening.

“Now, now. Hops, you know I expect better than this,“ Angora said, coming behind the counter with a hand laid sassily on her hip. Her eyes seemed to be filled with a mix of understanding but heavy irritation. 

“I’m sorry, Miss Angora, there’s just so much! I can’t keep up tonight,“ Hops whined, causing Angora to rub her temples. She didn’t want to waste money on actually paying someone to help Hops; Hops was so deep in debt it didn’t matter for her pay wise either. Basically, it was free labor Angora was after.She’d never get out of debt at this rate, especially when breaking every single thing around her. Angora sighed, turning as her eyes began to scout for new ‘workers’, even if it was just for tonight. 

“Well, hello there. I remember you, the perverted little lust bun from the other night. No gambling today? I thought you’d want to see me again,“ she said, walking over to a dark-colored bun, little lust horns poking from his head. Eren seemed to be distracted, almost startled as he realized Angora was talking to him. His face couldn’t help but go red at memories of his fun night being her debt pet. 

“Yeah, I would, but I just came to drink!“ he explained, putting his hands up and waving them.

“Hmm...“ Angela began to wonder. Eren seemed pretty easy to manipulate; he was willing to do just about anything slightly fun in his eyes, so maybe it was a good bargaining chip.

“I have a deal. You help Hops tonight, and you can service me again after work. I might even be nice again and let you get off. It's more if you don’t help Hops; you can forget about ever getting to touch me again. You can wash dishes next time you get caught trying to steal cars from me,“ she taunted, walking over and wrapping an arm around Eren, pressing in to him teasingly. 

“Help Hops? I don’t mind, mostly.“ Eren said, his tail unwrapping from the chair leg as he slowly stood up. His friend Felix drank a lot, so Eren had some knowledge of proper drink mixing. The main issue was his clumsiness, which was also Hops' problem. 

“Well, if you don’t want to help,"“ Angora trailed off, taunting the poor lust bun who would do anything to get some tail as she flicked her hair back and sauntered away, leaving Eren with little choice but to follow her orders. Eren quickly followed to where they had gone last time and put on the suit once more that barely fit over his large chest. 

“How come he gets a new uniform? I need one too!“ Hops whined playfully, having snuck in to the back for a moment to see just what this stranger would look like. This outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination, and Eren felt a mix of embarrassment and thrill as he adjusted it up properly. Eren walked back out front with Angora and Hops, waving off Angora as she gestured towards the countertop filled with glasses. “Get to work, little one!“ she chirped with a polite, albeit fake, smile. 

“Well, now that that’s settled, let me show you the ropes! You better be fast; we are too busy to slack off! Well... not too much, “ Hops giggled, grabbing the mixer containers and tossing one to Eren, the doll almost dropping it straight to the floor but catching it just in time. 

"You got to keep your eyes on the prize," Hops teased, spinning his own mixer with ease; even if she was clumsy, she clearly knew what she was doing. 

“A bourbon, please,“ a random bun asked. “One of the easiest, some vodka with a rounded liquor glass! And don’t forget the ice! “ Hops instructed, demonstrating to Eren with quick, confident movements as she made it in a matter of seconds. Eren was doing his best to keep up, mostly focusing on not becoming like Hops and owing loads of money to Angora for shattering everything in sight. 

Eren took the shaker, shaking it for the patron and pouring it the way he always saw Hops pour when he wasn’t face down drunk on the bar island. The patron nodded happily, taking a sip and nodding. “Good work, pretty boy!“ he said, Eren blushing in embarrassment as he went to mix a second drink.

Order after order came in like rapid fire, Hops taking the right side of the bar, Eren the left. The duo hopped around. “Dracqiuri, please!“ one bun said, another quickly “Smooch Hooch!“ he demanded. Eren was always pretty polite, so seeing others ordering with such assertiveness was a bit overwhelming. Hops noticed Eren's growing anxiety and leaned over with a reassuring smile, “It’s going to be fine; just ignore them. Happens all the time!“ she said, patting his back, which gave him a small bit of reassurance. It was only for tonight, right?

Hours of zooming around had clearly worn Eren out. Someone who typically farmed and babysat imps all day for busy, working buns wasn’t used to being on his feet without being able to take his own breaks. It was so much he had put himself from hoof to the more normal foot; speed was good, but he was much too clumsy to keep up.

The lights in the bar dimmed slightly, creating a warm, intimate glow throughout the room as time went on. Most of the buns were wasted, lying face down on the bar island like Eren had many a time. “Will they be okay?“ he asked, the worrywart he usually was.

“Oh yeah! You do it all the time. You were here last week and fell asleep on the floor, remember?“ Hope teased, making Eren go red again.

“I told you to pretend you didn’t see that,“ he whined, slowing down for the hour as he began to clean glasses. At least cleaning drink glasses was nowhere near as cringe- and disgust-inducing as food plates.

“Well, don’t pretend you don’t do the same thing then!“ she exclaimed in a playful tone. Eren brushed off her sassy, funny comment and hung up the last glass for the night. At least while he was working there. 

“Wow, it seems you handled being a bartender well. Shame I have better use for you. It’s a shame to keep you cooped up behind there all of the time. You do look quite dashing in that outfit though,“ Angora sauntered over once more, Eren entranced by her as she playfully flicked his nose.

“Thanks, I guess," Eren mumbled, trying to hide his flustered cheeks as she gracefully perched on the bar stool next to Hops. “Well, go on. You’re free now, dear. For now. “ Angora said, patting her lap for her real favorite toy, Hops, to come sit down. Hops didn’t even need instruction, plopping happily in the woman’s lap as her tail wagged around fiercely. Eren waved at the two, smiling and laughing at the cute demonstration. It was nice to help Hops, though; he enjoyed their time together despite not having much in common. Perhaps they could find common ground with Angora; they both seemed to enjoy her treatment more than anything. 

“I’ll see you all again sometime this week.“ Eren said, waving once more as he left the casino. There was a problem though... Eren had accidentally walked out in uniform. He would owe Angora a pretty carat or two for doing so, but perhaps he did it on his own. A reason to keep going back, but he much preferred sexy time to boring bartending. Hops was the only reason he stayed sane during that ordeal.