the outsiders ~

bars ~ dallas winston

Y/N's POV

The bell on the door rings as I push the door open to the bar. The strong smell of different alcohols mix together.

I walk through with my arms in my jacket. My jeans feel cool against my legs after the wind was blowing against them.

I go to the corner of the bar, the seat where no one really sees you, also because they're too drunk to notice, or they don't care.

Sometimes I don't even go there to drink. I go there to sit and just watch people with their friends and their family.

I love when people are there on their 21st birthday. They looks so pure and happy. They have a genuinely good time.

Today, I wanted to drink. Someone my family knew works at this bar, and I knew he was working tonight. His name is Joe. He doesn't own it or anything but he's pretty close with the real owner.

He lets me drink. I'm close enough. I just turned 18 a few weeks ago. I'm supposed to graduate soon but all the pressure building up on me makes me not even want to.

"What's it gonna be today, Y/N?" He asked me.

"Just a beer." I answer lowly. He bends down and pulls out a bottle and puts it down in front of me. He puts down an opener and I throw the top off. I take down a deep sip. "Surprised I haven't gotten you fired yet."

"I've got a pretty solid job at this bar. You're g00d." He nods and walks away.

I lean forward in the bar stool and I hear the bell ring a bunch of times and small voices around me. It's not too loud tonight, which I liked.

Some guy walks into the bar and sits a few stools down from me. He has dark brown hair and a cigarette in between his lips. He has a dark brown jacket on and dark wash jeans. His outfit kind of looks like mine now that I look at it more.

"What's goin' on, Dal?" Joe says to him.

"Nothin' much man." He takes the beer from his hand and pops it open on the table.

I brush my hair back with my hand and a few strands fall loose.

I look over and notice the guy, Dal, I guess looking back at me. I give him a half smile and he does too. We both look away. Probably around 5 minutes later he gets up. I never even said a word to him, but somehow his presence was nice. I've gotten through 2 beers by now. He gets up and starts walking in my direction with a beer. He sits in the stool next to me and puts his hand up, waving at one of the other bartenders.

"Can...I help you?" I said it in a snarkier way then I wanted it to come out. He just takes a sip.

He just shrugs. "What brings you here?"

"What brings you here?" I reply back.

"Original," He smirks at me. "I asked you first, though. Better luck next time."

"I wanted a drink. Drinks before I graduate."

"How old are you?"

"18." I say. "Just a few weeks ago."

He nods. "Yeah. Just last week for me." I nod back the same way he did.

"You want another?" He asks me. "A beer?"

"Is this your way of trying to get me all drunk so I'll say yes to going out with you?"

"Wow, you're confident. But no, I can tell you're about to order another."