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Jul 13, 2011 18:50

DRABBLE
⋆ ⋆ host X client

The word 'client' irked her.

She wasn't any lonely twenty-year-old in desperate need of company.

Yet here she was, her small frame held in a strong arm of a complete stranger in a host club.

Oh how eager she was to shake off the physical contact.

But she bore a smile, looking over at her friend enjoying the company of her chosen host.

"Miss, you should enjoy this more."

The 'shining' blonde flashed a smile, causing her to deadpan in disinterest.

"Huh?"

"My company of course. Relax. You'll have to put up with me for the entire night."

Shooting out of her seat, she pointed at him, stricken in disturbance and fear.

"I WILL call the cops on you!"

"Anne?!" Her friend said in surprise.

"Miss~" The man started in an attempt to calm her down, "I think we've come to a misunderstanding."

drabble, fiction

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