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A few old sketches from last year :)

[headcanonseverywhere]

A Jealous Showdown At 79′s

Plot: Candie’s jealousy gets the better of her during her job at 79′s. (feat. Isaac, Vik, Lana, and Nach)

Candie couldn’t focus on her performance at all tonight. The routine in which she spent weeks practicing non-stop went down the drain, as her attention was glued onto Isaac being a little too friendly with a customer.

“Girl, what’s going on?!” hissed Vik from across the stage, though keeping a cheerful expression and not once missing a beat on their performance.

But she didn’t respond, as her eyes were still locked on the bar from across the room.

She managed to do a few dance moves before noticing Isaac’s customer lean a little too close to him, smiling at him a little too friendly, and moving her hand a little too close to his bicep.

“That bitch!” Candie spat, and immediately walked down the stage, leaving the audience--and Vik--very confused.

“Oh boy…” Vik exhaled, though still smiling brightly at the audience, and doing everything they could to bring their attention back to the show.

Even though 79’s was packed with people from wall to wall, somehow they still managed to make way for Candie, as she stormed towards the bar with fire in her eyes. She saw Isaac's expression quickly change for the worst as he made eye contact with her, but just as he was about to say anything, Candie took a hold of the customers’ hair and yanked her away from the bar.

“I think you had enough!” Candie shouted.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” yelled the customer.

“Candie, what are you doing?!” yelled Isaac.

“Keeping this bitch away from what’s mine!”

At this point, everyone’s attention was on them, even the audience from the pole-dancing show were fixated on the drama that was unfolding at the bar, despite Vik’s desperate attempts to get their attention back.

“Candie, cut this out.” Isaac whispered, as he leaned over the bar towards her. “We’re both gonna end up losing our jobs because of this!”

“This is so unprofessional!” the customer complained. “I’m never coming back here again!”

“Good, we don’t want you here!” Candie snapped.

“She doesn’t mean that!” Isaac said with a nervous laughter, trying to make amends with the customer.

“Uh, yeah I did!” Candie shouted.

“Crazy bitch.” the customer muttered under her breath, but Candie heard her, and quickly whipped her head at her with the most intimidating look she could muster.

“What did you call me?” she asked.

“Crazy. Bitch.” the customer repeated, spatting at her face at the world “bitch”.

Candie shrieked, and in an instant she was on the floor with the customer, landing blow after blow and pulling her hair, but the customer fought back as well, pulling Candie’s hair and landing a few punches on her face.

Isaac scrambled from the bar and desperately tried to yank Candie off of his customer, but she didn’t budge. Soon a large crowd circled around the three of them, watching the brawl with much delight, as though it was part of the club’s show.

Then, with a flick of her hand, Candie hexed the girl, and warts began to spread across her entire body, from her face to her arms, all the way down to her toes. Warts of different sizes bubbled up from her skin, squished together and on top of one another. The customer let out a horrible scream, while Candie laughed in delight.

“That's what you get biiiiiitch!!!” she sang.

Isaac finally lifted Candie off of his customer--with help from a few other co-workers--but the deed was done, and customer left 79’s with her screams echoing the club. Everyone watched as she left, and for a moment they returned their attention to both Candie and Isaac--who were now bickering at each other--when suddenly Lana made her way towards them, and the space between them and the crowd grew even wider, despite the surplus of customers in the club.

“What. Happened?” Lana asked gravely, as she glared at both Candie and Isaac, respectively.

“Lana, I--”

“That’s Miss Sekelsky to you.” she snapped. “What the fuck happened?”

“Sorry, Miss Sekelsky, I was just serving a customer when Candie--”

Candie scoffed. “Serving. Uh-huh. ‘Serving’.”

“When Candie--” Isaac glared at her. “--well, interrupted.”

“I was just making sure no one was getting handsy on my man!”

“I was doing my job!!!”

“Letting that bitch be all over you is not part of your job!!!”

Suddenly, with a wave of her wand, Lana glued their mouths shut, silencing both of them. Her multi-colored eyes burned with anger as she glared at them.

“Pull your shit together.” she snarled, and walked away.

~

“This is the third time this week, Candie!” yelled Isaac, slamming the back door to 79’s shut behind him.

“Oh, so I’m just supposed to sit there and watch some bimbo feel you up?!”

“She wasn’t doing that!”

“I saw her hand, she was rubbing you up and down like a damn genie lamp!”

Isaac furiously ran his hand through his hair. “You need to stop overreacting to anyone that’s around me!”

“I don’t overreact when you’re around someone, I just set the record straight for these bitches that try to come after you!” she explained. 

“Candie no one is coming after me!!” Isaac yelled. “That’s just my job, I’m supposed to be a little charming--”

“Oh no no no no no no no, honey,” she interrupted. “Your job is to serve drinks, not to fuck around with every hoe that bats their cheap-ass eyelash extensions at you!”

“And there it is, you’re overreacting again!”

“Then how would you feel if someone else was rubbing their hands all over me?!”

Isaac paused for a moment, but then scoffed and crossed his arms. “I wouldn’t care, we’re not serious anyway.”

Candie raised an eyebrow, then marched inside 79’s once again. Isaac watches her go for a moment before following her, looking very confused and calling out to her multiple times, but only to receive the cold shoulder from her.

She maneuvers her way across the club, shoving past customers, dancers, and workers, and until she sets her eyes on Nach, who was sitting at a table nearby drinking a shot of whiskey, when suddenly she grabs him by the collar of his shirt and kisses him passionately. Nach was stunned for a moment, but proceeded to do the same, and soon the two were locking lips with each other, all while Isaac watched them, furiously, before breaking them up.

“Oh come on, why you gotta be such a party pooper?” Nach teased.

And that was when Isaac landed a punch on Nach’s face, making him stumble from his seat. Candie shrieked, and soon the whole club fixed their attention on the drama that was about to unfold, again.