After several minutes of Pen screaming directions into my ear as I disregard most street safety rules, we make it to what looks like an inconspicuous parking lot.

Pen: Oh, we made it, thank the Gods...! The club is just over there to the left.

Parking the bike by the door, I hop off and help him into the bar. We pass through the first doors, but there is a second pair beyond that with a guy dressed exactly like Pen, but with red sunglasses. Must be a uniform thing. He looked like he was about to talk, but stops as he sees the state Pen is in. Without a word, he opens the doors and lets us through. How nice of him.

As we enter, we are greeted by a cacophony of noise. Music thumps through the air as conversation and laughter are barely heard. Appreciating the free tinnitus, I scan the surprisingly large room that we are now in. The majority of people are located on a large dance floor, surrounded by glass pillars and multiple tables for the more lazy party goers near the walls.

Focusing back to the injured man in my arms, I spot more suits standing about, looking over the dance floor. I wave for the nearest ones' attention as I walk Pen over to them. One of them notices us, pats a buddy next to him and points at our direction. They both immediately jog over to us and take him off my hands, each taking an arm of his and sling it over their shoulders. As they take him off to God knows where, Pen turns his head towards me.

Pen: Again, thank you. Just wait a minute by the bar, ok?

Without another word, they walk off until they disappear in a crowd of patrons and fellow suits. Leaving me to just stand around to the sound of crappy dubstep. Deciding why not, I do as Pen says and make my way to the bar. Resisting the urge to bust a move, I walk past the dance floor and spot the bar just on the otherside, a few club goers hanging around with drinks in hand.

Finding an empty stool, I sit down. As I look around for the bartender, I realize I don't have any money........ I should probably get up.

As I'm about to, I overhear a guy next to me, obviously drunk, trying to flirt with some chick who is not even giving him the time of day. The half assed flirting turns to demanding to hook up, as the douche starts getting touchy feely. The girl is definitely not interested in any of this as she tries to shove him off. I just get up and walk behind the guy. Without a word, I grab him by the shoulder, spin him around, and sucker punch him in the face. A meaty thump is heard over the music as he immediately falls unconscious in his stool. Blood leaks from his nose as he just sits there with an agaped mouth.

I simply sit back in my seat as I see the bartender, who is wearing the same suit as everyone else, walks over to me as he eyeballs the douche I knocked out.

Bartender: Thanks for that. The bouncers decided to take a piss at the same time. So, what do you need?

(Y/n): Uhm...

I pat down my pockets to see if I have anything. Finding nothing, I get an idea as I turn to the unconscious douche to my side and spot a bulge in his pants. Deciding to take a gamble at being gay, I reach into his pockets and pull out a wallet. Opening it up, I find a fair amount of money and pull it out, tossing the wallet on the dude's lap. Counting my new money, I pull out a ten Lien bill and pocket the rest.

(Y/n): Whatever a ten can get me.

I place the bill in front of the bartender. Ignoring the fact I just robbed someone, he takes the money and walks off to get me a drink.

(3rd p.o.v.)

Within a backroom office, sits the owner of Junior's club. A fairly burly individual in a white dress shirt and black vest by the name of Hei Xiong, also known as Junior, looks over some papers detailing his business practices over the last year. So far... he's borderline fucked. With the decrease in certain 'side job' opportunities, and the loss of every man he loan to Roman Torchwick awhile ago, the Xiong Family is barely hanging on even with the club still up and running. Plus, the taxes he's forced to pay to keep the club open certainly doesn't help... Xiong Senior would definitely turn in his grave from all this.

Tired of getting annoyed from papers, Junior decides to clear his head and get a drink. Leaving his office, he prepares to travel to the bar until he spots something that catches his attention. Three of his goons, two of which are helping the third, rush through the doors to the backrooms and hustle into a side room. Interested, he walks over to the door they entered. Opening the door, he spots the two sitting the injured gang member down, immediately retrieving medical supplies.

Junior: What the hell happened?

The sudden entrance catches the three off guard as the two return with a medkit. The injured member clears his throat.

Pen: Um, hey, boss! I, uh, got jumped by White Fang thugs... Yeah.

Junior: Fucking hell, this is the third time this week! Ever since that Adam punk rolled into town, these freaks have been getting ballsier every day! At least you made it back alive.

Pen: Heh, yeah. You should see how the three that attacked me ended up.

Junior: What, you actually managed to fight back?

Pen: Oh Gods, no, I thought I was going to die! I was lucky to be saved by a good samaritan. (Y/n) jumped my jumpers and whooped their asses. I'm pretty sure he even killed one of them.

Junior: Who the hell is (y/n)?

Pen: The guy that saved me. I asked him to wait at the bar, I wanted to see if we could recruit him into the Family.

Junior: So this (y/n) guy is here..... And you think he'd be interested in joining us after saving your ass?

Pen: Basically, yeah.

One of the goons hands Pen an ice pack for his eye as Junior stands there, thinking over what he's heard. He doesn't usually recruit random people, but given the gang's circumstances, he's not exactly in a position to turn down new blood....

Junior: Eh, screw it.

After getting a description of (y/n)'s appearance from Pen, he leaves the room and makes his way to the main area of the club. The bar isn't far from the backrooms, so he arrives in a minute. He spots the guy soon enough and walks up to him.

Junior: Hey. (Y/n), right?

He turns around, bottle of hard cider in hand, and Junior realizes that (y/n) is practically a kid... Again, not in a position.

(Y/n): Yes?

Junior: So you're the guy that saved one of my men? 'Preciate it.

Junior walks around and leans against the bar table next to (y/n) before continuing the conversation.

Junior: So, you help my guy out of a pinch, brought him back, and now here you are. I assume you're not still here just to socialize.

Now, Junior could just ask him and get it over with, but he likes to get a feel of the kind of people he's bringing in first. (Y/n) could be useful, or he could be some punk that got lucky. The teen takes a sip from his cider and just shrugs.

(Y/n): Meh, Pen told me to me to wait here for some reason. So I figured I'd humor him and see where this goes... I'm guessing you're the manager here?

Junior: That's right, I own the place. And I'm guessing you don't actually know who I am?

(Y/n): Not a clue.

Junior: Mmh.... So tell me, kid, what exactly do you do for a living? From what I've heard, you took on three guys at once. That's not an easy thing to do, unless you've had some sort of training.

(Y/n): I uuuuuuuh; I'm from Beacon?

The teens slight hesitation flies over Junior's head, as the gang leader is more focused on the fact that (y/n) is a Beacon student.

Junior: The combat school?! Wait... Shouldn't you be in that school right now?

(Y/n): Eh. *sips* Let's just say there was a lot of bullshit that I didn't appreciate. So I dropped out, so to speak.

Junior: Uh-huh... So, what are you doing now?

(Y/n): Right now, I'm enjoying this hard cider. After that.... Not really sure. Probably become a hobo, terrorize the normies from alleyways and dumpsters.

Junior: Sounds reasonable. Ooorr... How would you like to work for me? Not as glamorous as a hobo, but you'll get paid, have a place to sleep, and you can still do that terrorizing thing when needed.

Bit of a long shot, but Junior figures he might as well cut to the chase. (Y/n) looks at him, then off into space, then takes a big swig of his cider.

(Y/n): *gulp gulp gulp*....... Sure, why not? I got nothing else going on with my life.

Junior: Good to hear! Follow me, I'll introduce you to the rest of the Family. Just a heads-up, there's a bit of an initiation every new member goes through before joining. But, we'll cover that tomorrow.

With an acknowledging grunt, the two get up from the bar and prepare to leave. However, (y/n)'s attention is drawn to a groan coming from right next to him.

Douche: Aauurgh, God. What happened?

(Y/n): This.

The violent teen throws another punch into the guy's face, causing the drunk to swivel around and slam his head on the bar table from the force. Unconscious once again. Junior looks on with surprise as (y/n) lets out a chuckle before signaling his new boss to lead on.

Thus beginning (y/n)'s career in honest criminal business practices.

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