"If you insist" Tony Stark x Reader

1: Bloody Mary

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"Welcome to Joys and Sorrows. What can I get 'ya?"

"Your number, sexy mamas."

"Call me by that name again and you'll go home to your wife and kids with a broken arm." I seriously said, grabbing his arm and squeezing it more and more.

I changed my death glare and went back to being the nicest-barista-in-the-world when I noticed my manager looking. "Anyways, what can I get you?" I said smiling to the bald man that could possibly be a rapist.

"Whis- Whiskey. With no ice." said the now terrified bald ugly man, while rubbing his almost bruised arm.

I grabbed a glass and in less than 10 seconds, the drink was sitting infront of the Bald guy on the bar table.

"Impressive." commented another man, slowly removing his glasses; revealing his beautiful dark brown eyes. I glanced over at him and moved to where he was sitting.

"Welcome to Joys and Sorr-" he cut me off by saying "Just get me a Bloody Mary."

That's the most complicated drink to make, but not for me.

I started shaking the bottle of fresh tomato juice and grabbed 7 other bottles including Vodka, to pour them in a glass. I span the glass around after I poured the first 4 drinks, causing a show performance for everyone to watch and finished the top with a lemon piece and two olives in a toothpick. "Served."

The brown-eyed man including the other people that were watching along, gasped when he saw his finished drink. "That took you what, 50 seconds?"

"Indeed. Now if you may, I have other drinks to m-"

"MISS! MISS! Can I have a bloody mary! This is the coolest thing I've ever seen!" Interrupted me a customer, looking desperate for a drink.

I made the drink and what seemed like half a minute after I served, I heard chattering about how  amazing my skills are.

"Can I please have a bloo-"

"Yes." I replied to another customer, having to make another of the same drink for the third time.

"You're pretty good at this. Ever thought of becoming a magician?" asked me the 'fancy glasses' man.

"Thanks. And no, never thought of that." I replied sarcastically.

"What's your name? Ooh ooh! You could be a pick-pocketer!" he added, pointing his finger at me.

I giggled at the joke and told him my surname. "I'm L/N."

"Nice to meet you. Don't you trust me with your first name?"

"No." I smiled and continued making drinks.

It's been an hour, and am surrounded by people wowing me. I got 23 orders for bloody Mary's by a various amount of people so far. While I was making the 24th one, a glass slipped out of my fingers. Causing glass pieces to explode on the bar floor, some of them getting stuck on my calf.

"Sh*t!" I yelled. Everyone that was amused by me started slowly leaving, since the 'show' was over.

"Y/N! DID YOU BREAK SOMETHING AGAIN? YOU KNOW I DO NOT TOLERATE SUCH BEHAVIOR AND CLUMSINESS FROM YOU." called my manager, that hates my guts.

She is an old lady that wears crusty dollar-store makeup on a daily basis and her hair stuck in one place because of the amount of hairspray she used, always making me wonder if she's a man or a woman or even a hermaphrodite, because of her hoarse, manlike/low voice.

"Hey, chill madam. Y/L didn't do anything, I was the one that dropped the glass." said the fancy glasses guy, that was the one that ordered the Bloody Mary from the beginning.

"What the fuck man! No!" I pushed the guy back to his seat with my hand. "Miss Andrews, I was the one that broke it. I promise I will never do it again" I glanced back at the man, mad that he wanted to take the blame instead of me.

"You're fired and I will not hear another promise that you will obviously not keep coming out of that mouth!" said the angry old boastful lady.

"Even if  miss L/N broke the glass, I'll pay for it." added the fancy glasses guy.

"Very well, I'm starting to like you. You're still fired, miss 'L/N'. HAHA! Did you hear that? He called her 'L/N'!"

The customers were watching the whole time, munching on the peanuts that were served with each drink, looking at the happening like it's a sitcom.

"Madam! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT SHE'S INJURED? You can't just fire  a staff member for breaking a glass!" yelled the man back at her, trying to make a point.

Miss Andrews ignored the man's yelling and kept walking to what she calls her 'office'.

The 'office' is more like where she brings old crusty men to do the deed *wink wink*. She never comes out of that room, expect for when she wants to abuse me with her words or hears noises coming from the staff room.

The man ran behind her, until he caught up with her, stopping and whispering something to her. I ignored it and simply unleashed my apron and dropped it on the floor, slowly walking with my now bleeding leg to the staff room.

I honestly cannot believe this. This is the fifth bar I am getting fired from. I'm slowly running out of choices. I need money. I haven't payed my apartment's rent since 3 months. They'll eventually kick me out.

I tried not to cry, even if my sight was getting blurry from my eyes watering. I took my personal bag with me and left from the back door, still struggling to walk straight to my overused second-hand car.

I went inside and sat on the driver's seat, still leaving my car door open, flexing my leg out, trying to take the glass pieces out. Thank god it didn't get infected. That bar has been dusty, full of mice and cockroaches and if I didn't get hired to work and look after it, the bar would be closed because of health and pest control. Once I was done, I wrapped my calf with a bandage I had left on the backseat, as if I knew.

I looked up because I felt someone's presence. Someone wearing a beanie on his whole head with holes where his eyes and mouth were located, was pointing a gun at me. "Du as I sey and you stey alive!"

"I don't have money mate, but if you want I can get you the pizza that was sitting for 5 days in the sun from my port baggage." I replied, being 100% sure I didn't have a single cent in my pockets.

"This is nö time fuor joke! Give money or I shoot!" said the beanie-covered man in an accent.

As it was getting serious, I face-kicked the guy, leaving him unconscious on the floor.

"Too sad you're passed out, I was about to share my pizza with you." I sarcastically exclaimed, while standing up from the car seat.

Suddenly, 6 or 8 more of the same-dressed guys appeared and held their guns on my head point.

"Whoops. Hey guys, did you come for the pizza? Oh and sorry about your friend."

The one guy shot but missed because I crawled down, I punched who tried to kill me on the face and took his gun. I shot 3 more on their shoulders, making sure I don't kill them or hit any vital organs. I started getting close to the last ones standing but they were too scared and ran away. "Yo, she's crazy!" was what I heard from the distance.

I turned around and noticed that my car was missing. "THESE BASTARDS!" I cursed to myself, stomping with my one leg. They stole my car while I was busy fighting them.