whiskey and cigarettes{Lou miller x female reader}

Meeting her

{DISCLAIMER ~ in this story , daphne is part of the original group instead of joining later on after the heist }

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addiction
/əˈdɪkʃ(ə)n/

noun
the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity.

*7:00pm , 3rd October*

It was a gloomy evening on the streets of New York City , rain pattered down heavily on top of my umbrella as i carefully dodged the puddles that took up the pavement.
I was so tired , so mentally drained , Id just walked out of my boyfriends apartment- well ex boyfriend . Id just walked out of my ex boyfriends apartment after yet another argument , resulting in yet another bruised lip .

As of now i was headed down the street with a backpack filled with as many clothes as i could bring , i was looking for any place i could get in from the rain .
Soon after a few dreading minutes , the blinding lights of what looked to be a club that id never visited before.

Something about it intrigued me , so i stepped inside whilst stuffing my umbrella into my bag , i took a look around and analyzed the many faces of people dancing , drinking and laughing.
The smell of sweat and liquor filled my nose and i made my way towards the bar , music pounding my head .
I took a seat and rested my elbows on the table with my head in my hands .

I was pondering where i would go from here , where i would live and what i would do .
My thoughts were stolen from me when a glass of whiskey slid over to me from behind the bar .

I held it with my hand and looked up to see piercing blue orbs staring into mine . This girl had the lightest blonde hair id ever seen and the most porcelain skin , her cheek bones could cut glass and her lips looked softer than clouds.

"you look like you need it" she smirked , her voice dripping with a light Australian accent.
"is it that obvious" i asked and looked up at her .
"you have an accent" she said "British ?"

"yep , so do you...Australian ?" i smiled back .
She smirked which clearly answered my question.

"honey , you look like you've been through hell" the little pet name she called me made me smile .
She leaned forward and wiped mascara from under my eye.
"my names Lou. Lou miller" she said and waited for my response.

I took another sip from my whiskey and leaned back in my chair , looking up at her again.
"y/n , y/n y/l/n" i smirked .

"hm" was the only response i got as Lou turned around to make more drinks .

"so how long have you been bartending for" i asked curiously and she stopped in her tracks.

"oh i'm not a bartender here" she chuckled and came towards me.
"i own this place , but when its busy i try to help out a little" she smiled.

i opened my mouth a little at the realization that id just called the owner a bartender , then i downed the last of my whiskey , placing the glass harshly on the table.
"let me get you another" she said.
Lou leaned over , her various chains dangling over the bar .
When she came back a few seconds later she had one glass for me and one for herself .
She sat down and took a sip , giving me full view of all her rings on her slender fingers .

"so , tell me about yourself y/n" she asked .

'Easy' i thought.

I have this planned out whenever people ask me to talk about myself , I tell them a completely made up , cliche story that wont make me stand out any more than the next mysterious girl sitting in a bar.