Liquor and Love (Customer x bartender reader)

First Encounter

The rain tapped against the glass of the window, reflecting the dim, orange glow of the lights that hung from the ceiling. A newly opened bar sat cozily on the short road of a small town. A sign reading "The Silver Owl" swung lightly in the cold rain.
Inside the bar, a young (h/l) (h/c) haired man stood behind a long stomach-height bar. He was cleaning a glass that had just been used by one of the townsfolk that decided to step into the new bar, a breath of fresh air for the town as its inhabitants were used to the environment they grew up with.

Bzzt Bzzt

The young man's phone was ringing, vibrating in his pocket. He set the glass down and, "(Y/N)!! How are you?", his mother had greeted him, far too enthusiastically in his opinion, "How's the bar coming along? Is business booming like you said it would?"

"I never said anything like that, mum, and you know it," (Y/N) groaned, "but, it's been going about as well as I expected it to : people come in, buy a drink, some get drunk, they chat with me or whoever they decided to come in with, they leave."

"Well, you're only just starting out, so it's expected", his mother replied.

The door cracks open, "hey, mum, I gotta go a customer's here".

"Okay, bye sweetie, love you".

"Love you too, mum," he hangs up.

"Hi, welcome to the- oh my god" he starts. In steps a beautiful, young woman. Brown hair, reaching her shoulders. Soft blue eyes that could melt your soul. Lush, pale skin that even looks smooth.
(Y/N) stood behind the bar, mouth half open, still needing to finish his sentence, "The Silver Owl",

"Hey, do you happen to have any towels or anything like that? I kinda got caught the rain and forgot my umbrella and coat," she shivered but her voice was like music to (Y/N)'s ears.

A split-second trance before regaining consciousness. He had previously failed to notice her drenched clothes, one of which happened to be a white shirt. Fortunately, he was raised to have some form of respect, either that or he was trying to hide his blushing, rosy cheeks by looking away, "uhh y-yeah, lemme go grab one real quick," he dashed into a room behind the bar and returned a few seconds later, a white, fluffy towel in-hand, "here".

"Thanks, I appreciate that," she began drying out her hair and attempting to dry her clothes.

"Do you need a change of clothes? You'll catch a cold if you stay in those drenched ones," he finally managed to compose himself, "I can wash those ones if you want, too".

"That would be lovely, if you don't mind,"

""Do you want a drink while you wait? You are in a bar after all," he said, gesturing to the selection of drinks behind him, "and I never caught your name, either, I like to learn my customer's names".

"Yeah, a glass of whiskey," a good choice in (Y/N)'s opinion, " and my name's Addison, but you can call me Addy," she smiled.

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Damn that took a hell of a lot longer than I thought it would
532 words in an hour, it was fun though. I'm hoping that whoever ends up reading this will enjoy it and I plan on writing more if people enjoy it! :)

Bye for now!