I DONT WANT YOU | rindou x reader

04

arriving at the club, time read about 8 ish now. you walked in and almost immediately the smell of alcohol physically attacked you. you rubbed your nose aggressively cause Jesus it STANK.

walking up to the bar area, you sat down and waved at the bartender, sitting down, crossing your legs to seem modest.

"hi there sir, may i have a-,"

"i need ID ma'am." he cut you off, crossing his arms and he stared at you.

you looked around the room dramatically before turning back at him. "you mean me?" pointing at yourself and he nodded.

"yes, you ma'am. i need ID."

"why? i'm clearly allowed in the damn club cause im sitting in front of you right now."

"just show me your ID please."

"no. i know what you people do. you just want to see my name. i know you sick fucks can find out people's entire lives through just their name especially in this day and age" you weren't dumb. people see a girl alone in a club and automatically assume the worst.

"ma'am i-"

"she doesn't owe you ID, just give her the drink," a voice spoke out from behind you. the man walked next to you, dragging the stool to sit.

the bartender looked scared and nodded frantically, "im sorry sir. ma'am what drink would you like?"

"anything is fine, i guess." you shrugged and watched the guy next to you give the bartender a glare.

once your drink arrived, you gulped it down almost too quickly. "you might want to calm down a little bit-"

"please, dont. you sound like my mother." you held your glass towards the bartender as he filled it up halfway. you gave him a confused look and shook your glass, indicating him to fill it to the top.

"if you get drunk and pass out, im not taking you home." the guy next to you laughed, watching how desperate you were for a drink,

"fine, leave me to rot dead on the ground. i dont care." you turned away from him.

"you're really stubborn y'know?" the guy laughed and you ignored him. "is the alcohol hitting?" he asked again, and you ignored him.

"the silent treatment?" ignored. "ill buy you another drink?" he tried again and you turned around.

"i may like that." you kept eye contact as you took another sip. the guy signalled the bartender for another drink. you observed the way the bartender was shaking as he poured the drink.

who was this man??

"what's your name?" you asked the guy as you gulped down your 4th drink or so.

"hanma."

"hanma what?" you placed the cup down.

"don't worry about it. what's your name?"

"y/n, but forget that. you're very pretty." you moved your seat closer to him and he looked surprised.

"really? that's new." he put on a thinking face and you looked confused. "you've never been complimented before? *hiccup* that's shocking."

"drunk already?" he ignored your first question.

"im not drunk! just tispy- tipsy. yeah. im tipsy" you giggled.

"you need to get home."

"no i dont. you're not my mom. fuck off." you struggled to stand up, but he held your arm telling you to sit back down.