"Fuck, (Y/N). Why did you chose to go to the SAME bar that you were KICKED out from when you were drunk!?" Bruce grumpy yelled and hiss in pain a bit, cause by a hash shove on this already injured back from an angry bartender when they both got exit out by force when you did not want to leave that easily. After a quick pit stop to get clean up, a change of clothes and a first aid kit, you thought it was a good idea to go to the same bar that you rant about earlier.

"Don't get pissy at me! That guy is so old, I thought he would forget about me and if he didn't it wouldn't matter since I'm 21 now! Agh! I also thought he just kick me out just on that day because I was 'under age' but nooooo I'm kick out for life because I 'hurt' one of his customer! I was defending myself and that old f*ck had the nerve to accuse of me being at fault!" I pause to take a deep breath, I'm so pissed at that old bastard! I can't defend myself from a pervert that was trying to take advantage of me?! I see a large group of young couples walking towards the bar we just got kick out of. "Don't go there! It's over priced, service sucks ass and the drinks taste like sh*t!" I yelled at the group. Some of them just looked at me or jumped frightened that I start yelling at them. For a moment they just stand there whispering to each until they turn around walking off who knows where, maybe to a different bar?

"Hey, you two! Get out of here! You're not welcome here and you're scaring away my customers!" The same old f*ck that kick us out yelled, he saw me yelling at the large group of people to not come in his bar. Good I was making sure he did.

"Fuck you! I'm telling the truth! I came here once and it was terrible, I thought I was just being bitter on that day so I shouldn't be jumping into conclusions, but it's still as bad as the first time!"

"You hurt one of my customers!"

That little shit. He didn't care about my age! It's because I 'hurt his customer'. Well, I'm going to make him pay. "Oh! I was defending myself! You're customer was trying to touch me!" I dash back inside and start yelling on top of my lungs, "That old f*cker doesn't care about nice and innocent people! He kick me out because I was defending myself from getting taken advantage off instead of being UNDERAGE!" Some people gasped or just didn't give a fuck and keep on drinking.

That old f*ck came back inside to see me jumping over the bar counter table to were all his alcohol is. "GET OUT OF THERE OR IM CALLING THE POLICE!!!"

"Call them! Good luck with your bar with out drinks!" I said, before I grabbed on a stools and swinging at it at his alcohol bottles, breaking most of them.

"My bar!" His slow two only bodyguards barely come inside to see a man(?) in a grey suit ( picture above for an idea how your clothes look ) and hat breaking every alcohol or even throw at some customers that are catching them and running away.

Some customers run because of the my crazy ass or start recording me.

The old f*ck finally see his bodyguards and growled at them, "Don't just stand there! Get that bitch!" The two bodyguards start running at you. You see them coming and start running out of the counter to only get grab by one of them on your front suit coat. "I got you! You're in big trouble!" One of them hiss at you.

"How dare you grabbing a woman like that!" You screamed while trying to pull the guy hand off of you and also trying to reach for something in the bra. ( btw your clothes are kind of baggy )

"You're no woman you f-." Before he could finish his sentence he accidentally pulled too hard ripping open your suit coat and a bit of your under shirt that you had under. You let out a let out a girly squeal and finally grab what you were looking for in your bra.

"What the?" The second bodyguard that was just standing next to the first one said, confuse why a man was wearing a light blue bra.

"You pair of bastards! You ruined my suit!" I yelled angrily and covering my breast with one arm and the other one raise up to the second bodyguard face with the small black spray I got from my bra, while the other just stares at me with WTF face.

"What? Wait, your a girl? Why are you wearing that? Are you lesbian or-... AAAAHHHHHHHH MY EYES!!" He scream in pain when I pepper spray his face. The first bodyguard got snapped out of what ever he was thinking of and try to grab me again to only be pepper spray as well like the second bodyguard.

"AAAAHHHHHHH! You bitch!" While both of them scream in pain they didn't notice me putting my hands on there pockets and taking there wallets, keys, mini flashlight and gum.

"Thank you for the little gifts boys~. By the way I dressed like this because...-" I pause and did a Jojo's bizarre adventure pose. "I'm fabulous!~" And kicking where the sun doesn't shine. Both of them girly scream before falling down to there knees.

Some of the customers that stay for some reason whilst or clapped at me. Some recording me. Good thing my hat cover most of my face. I don't want anyone that knows me to see this on the internet.

"Thank you! Thank you! You f*ckers are almost weird as me!" I did a little bow.

"Remember always ask before you post somebody on Facebook, YouTube or something on the Internet!"

"So... Can I post this?"

"Aha ha ha. NoPe." I said popping the p in nope. I think they wouldn't listen but oh well!

"I called the police!" Damn I forgot the old f*ck for a second.

"Thanks for the warning!~ I got a gift for you for being a great little SHEET! YEET!" Good thing Bruce had Lil Mamàs when we got kick out earlier but I still have the backpack I used to carry her in. Lil Mamàs had to take a poop break when we were walking here. I picked up the poop and put in my backpack until I see a trash can. It's annoying picking up dog poop but it more annoying trying to take it of your shoe when you accidentally step on it! I'm happy that I pick it up~. Now I can put in wear it belongs~. In the trash! I grab the dog poop from my backpack, open it and threw it at the old f*ck face whom was stupidity had his mouth open at the time the poop hit his face.

"AAAAAGH! Gags! Coughed! Barfs!"

"Fuck why do people open their mouth every time they know something is going to hit them in the face! Geez! Maybe they're just like it or something." I roll my eyes at the old idiot. "By the way female dogs are the best! Don't ever disrespect them again!" Before running out of the bar to my car where is Bruce in the driver seat and my bitch on his lap, both waiting for me to come out.

"Hurry (Y/N)! Hop in, the car is on!" Yelled Bruce in panic. I literally hop in the car through the window that was all the way rolled down. Your upper body end up on the floor while your legs and a bit of your lower body was on your seat. Bruce didn't care and start driving away from the bar.

After like 15 minuets of driving. Lil Mamàs jumps off of Bruce's lap onto my crotch. "Oof!" Bruce didn't care that she hoped off his lap but took a quick glance at both of us to see that my dog hop off my crotch on to my face that my head was still on the car floor. "Ahaha Mamàs you little bitch~. I should be mad at you but you're too adorable~." I smile and let my chihuahua lick me all over my face. I was about to pet her until I heard Bruce clear his throat to catch my attention. He wanted to talk. "I'm not going to fix myself so you better start talking." I said while petting my cute little chihuahua.

"... What. The. Hell. Was. That."

"Hmm?~"

"Why did you go all psycho on that guy?! I saw you get mad a lot of times but this time you went too far! You just don't start breaking things and attacking people! The police could be looking for you right now! You're not safe to be out in the open! You're-." Before he can bitch even more I literally stuff my foot in his mouth since I'm still upside down on my seat. "Psh. He deserves it. A lot of people gets on my nerves but that old f*ck went way over my patience."

Bruce slap my foot away from his mouth and gags a bit. "(Y/N) I'm being serious! What is wrong with you?! I'm just worried about your mental health right now! Even though I was waiting in the car I heard everything you were doing! You need some medical help or something or even therapy!" I tried shoving back my foot in his mouth again but he grab it this time.

" I know somethings wrong with me but we don't have to go to the extreme of going to a doctor or medicine or therapy! That stuff is expensive and I'm not paying-."

"Then let me pay!"

"No thanks."

"No thanks? When do you ever say no for free things?"

"Only when free things are pointless or worthless."

"(Y/N)..." Bruce said in a softer tone. I heard that told before, he always use that tone when he tried to talk me out of stealing from women or being too much of an ass. But this time it sounds different like he was concerned.

" I am begging you please get help..."

"And I said-."

"Please! You can't be living like this and it's getting worse! You literally just destroyed a bar and attack the owner!"

"He deserve-."

"Stop it! I'm not going to listen to you this time I'm taking you back to my house and I'm going to make you appointment to go to the doctors!"

"What?! Noooo! Come on it's my birthday!"

"Yeah! I know! I also want to see you on you're 22 birthday too! But with how you're acting you're probably got ended up celebrating it in jail or worse!" Bruce yelled close to tears now. Bruce always cared about me. I wasn't always like this. I was a little bit more mellow when we first met. But after my... I started to acting up more and be more aggressive. I was always a tomboy but now I full on wear men's clothes. I never show my anger that much but now I do. I always get mad with girls that tease me when I used to dress like a tomboy. Now I dress like a full man flirt with them and steal from them and it feels amazing.~ The look of shock and embarrassment on their fece always get me pleased when they find out I was just using them or when they find out I'm a woman. People I can't stand, I want to make them hurt and suffer but to people that I do kind of care about I just annoyed them. The only people that do care about me is Bruce, his sister and his mom is a little pissed at me but I know she cares about me. Bruce always was at my side when I was at my best to my worst of times. Nobody wanted to stay with me... even my own sisters or mother didn't wanted me. Bruce really want to help me but I seriously feel like what I'm doing is nothing wrong! I will not accept help if I'm not feeling wrong or guilty!

"Bruce can we talk about this later. I still want to have fun and-."

"No! We're going to my house! You're mentally unstable! And the police could be looking for you-."

"I'll wear a disguise! I could put on fake facial hair and hide my boobs even!"

"What boobs are you talkin-OW! I'm driving!" I kick his face with a grumpy face. The car swivels a bit but he got back under control fast. "WHAT THE F-!"

"I have boobs! Boobs don't have to be big! I'm not too small or too big! I'm just right! I think the perfect boobs are when they fit perfectly in your hands. My are perfect handfuls and you know I have huge hands!" I yelled annoyed. Big boobs are not everything. I don't have any problem with big breast. I'm kind of happy that I don't have huge melons. I think I'll have back problems or worse have them jiggling all the time. Small or flat breast are no problem to me either. You'll probably thought I want a flat chest since I love dress up like a man but actually no. I love dressing up as a man but I don't want to be full man if you know what I mean! I'm proud of being a woman and don't care if people don't understand my choice of clothing. I'm proud of my medium size breasts. I like have some boobs. I see no problem with it. But if someone calls me flat or no boobs I'll still get piss. You can't see my breast since I'm mostly wearing baggy clothes! You can't assume if you really don't know!

"Ah... Okay, sorry but still I'm not-."

"Please Bruce! We don't have to go to a bar! Maybe bowling, fishing, mini golf or a club! Pretty Please! If you do this I'll maybe let you take me... agh... to the doctor..." I really don't want to go to the doctors. I hate them, but I really want to go out tonight to have fun! Bruce took a quick glance at me before looking back at the road ahead.

"Really?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"No, don't whatever me! Are you promising?"

"Maybe."

"(Y/N) I'm being serious! You-...A-Are you scratching your crotch?!" He has a look of disguise on his face, regretting glancing at me again to only see me scratching my private area, that what he thought.

"I'm not! I just have a nasty wedgy and I'm trying to pull it out! Gosh!" I usually wear boxers, briefs or booty shorts underwear. But I'm wearing panties today. I don't like panties. I'm only wear one today because I forgot to wash my normal clothes and my usual underwear was in there. Panties always give me wedgy or are uncomfortable! "Huffs! I don't scratch myself in front of other people like you!"

"W-What?! I-I do not!"

"Bruce when been friends since middle school and I always catch you scratch when-."

"Don't make me turn this car around and go back to my house!"

"Huh?"

"Fine. We'll go out, shut up, behave, wear a disguise and promise me that you'll go to the doctor soon."

"Really?! Thank you! Thank you! You're the best!!"

"(Y/N) promised me that you'll go to the doctors."

"Maybe."

"(Y/N)!"

"Sorry that's how close you get. I can't promise something that I won't keep."

"Sighs.... Can you at least try?"

"Maybe."

"Sighs..."

"Bruce pull over. Get my stuff at the trunk and I can get ready in the back while we drive to the club."

"You want to go to the club? Maybe we could-." Bruce said while already pull over at the side of the freeway.

"Please! I'll behave! I never went to a club before! It'll be fun!"

"Why didn't you thought of that in the first place? We could of go there instead of the bar."

"I don't know any clubs~."

"What?! Th-."

"We can just google the closest one that we are at!" I said pulling out my phone and typing for dance clubs near us. I found two and pick the cheapest but still look fun one. "See! This one not too far and the piece is fair!" I smiled and show him my phone.

"Eh... I don't know..." I put my hand on his that was on the breaks when he parked the car. He looks down at me.

"(Y/N)..."

"Please..."

"... Fine... but..- Wait! Is that the same hand you used...-I-IT IS! Gross!" Bruce runs out of the car, wiping his hand on his shirt, also running to the back of the car to get my things.

"Heh. Sorry not sorry~." He probably didn't hear me but oh well. I finally fix myself, turn myself over, sitting down properly before crawling towards the back seats with my chihuahua carefully.

"What the?! (Y/N) you still have that body pillow of Black Butler Sebastian?!" Bruce yelled from the outside.

"Yeah! That thing expensive but comfy! I just wish I didn't get the naked one but I was a drunk!" I hear the door next to me open and see a gross out Bruce with my clothes, makeup and my little accessories.

"You have no shame."

"I do! That's why it's back there! Now stop whining!" I grab my stuff and give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Start driving! It's an hour to get there and that enough time for me to get ready and I just can't wait!"

2989 words! Not as much as the last one but still a lot! Sorry for the errors! I hope you're enjoying it! Please vote and comment. Tell me if your like it so far? Thank you!