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girl in the bar ~ brad simpson 1

brad's pov-

"brad!" connor snapped his fingers in my face. "hm?"'i turned to him. "you were staring, at that girl. again." he pointed out. i glanced at her, dancing with her friends. "ask her out, bro." tristan encouraged, james and connor nodding in agreement. "i dunno." i tried to back out of the idea. "you've been single for way too long, get yourself back in the game." connor gave me a shove, as she exited the dance floor, heading to the bar.

y/n's pov-

"two vodka cokes please." i smiled at the bartender, who nodded, sending me a smile back. "you got it, princess." i sighed, turning to watch what was going on between my friend and some random guy on the dance floor. i turned back to the bartender, handing him the cash and taking my drink, not daring to interrupt the flirting back on the dance floor. i noticed a man sit down next to me at the bar. "tequila neat." he smiled at the bartender, who sent him a nod. i turned back to my drink, staring at it for a moment, swishing the ice round with the straw. "you okay?" i heard the man ask, causing me to shift my gaze from the drink. "yeah." i smiled, turning my body to face him. "are you?" i raised an eyebrow at the drink in his hand, causing him to smirk. "liquid luck, for the ladies." he smirked, winking at me. "brad, by the way." he smiled. i nodded. "y/n." i replied, taking a sip from my drink. "you here alone, or you waiting for someone?" he asked, clearly curious about the two drinks in front of me. i chuckled, nodding towards the dance floor. "the person i came with is busy sucking someone's face." i rolled my eyes at the thought, causing brad to laugh.
we had been talking for a while, and the pair of us were both a few drinks in by now. "come on, maybe we should get you home before you're too drunk." he pointed out, helping me stand up. "i can walk brad." i chuckled at him, as he followed me towards the exit of the bar. we were stood outside for a moment, when i noticed him staring at me. "you're staring." i pointed out, smirking. "so?" he questioned, moving closer to me. i looked at him, taking in his features. he leant forwards, connecting our lips as his hands made their way to my hips. i wrapped my arms around his neck, one of my hands moving to brad's head, where my fingers were tangling themselves between his brown curls. we were both fighting for dominance, not wanting to pull away from the kiss. eventually, we did, panting from the lack of oxygen. he stared at me, smiling. "pass me your phone." i raised an eyebrow at him, doing it anyway. he added his number to my contacts, handing it back. "call me, y/n" he smirked, kissing my cheek before leaving with the three men he arrived with.