Black Butterfly || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

5 - Salt or Sugar

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"Don't always trust what you see, even salt looks like sugar."

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(Y/n)'s POV
"Here you go sir," I set a beer down on the bar top for the man to grab.

He was one of the very few people actually sitting at the bar. The rest were at the tables or on the sofas set up throughout the club as they laughed with their friends and enjoyed their food.

Apparently on Tuesdays the club becomes a lunch and dinner spot from noon to eight pm. And just guess what the special is — tacos. I found it funny that a suspected crime lord chooses to participate in taco Tuesday.

I'd laugh if I wasn't tired and loathing the fact that although I started at noon, I'll be here until two am. But it's my own fault, I'm the one who said yes to coming in early and working a double. I just figured that the more time I spend here, the better. But at the same time, there wasn't much I could do just yet - so basically I agreed for nothing.

Or, I guess I shouldn't say nothing; saying yes did make me look good to Piett because he was more than grateful when I showed up.

The older gentleman I handed the beer to smiled and gave me his cash payment, which was way more than what the beer cost, "Keep the extra and buy yourself something pretty so I can take you out." He flirted with a slight slur to his words.

I raised my brows as my eyes traveled to his left hand, where a very noticeable wedding band was shining under the fluorescent lights. I smirked as I placed the left over money into my apron after putting what covered his drink into the safe, "Sure, can your wife come too?" I asked sweetly with a head tilt and rested my palms on the bar as I waited for his response.

He began to look visibly uncomfortable and brought the beer to his lips. His eye contact broke and he was now staring down at the bar in sheer embarrassment.

"Haven't I told you to stop flirting with my bartenders Tony?" Skywalker appeared next to the drunk as he leaned into the bar, his body facing the older man. He looked better than yesterday, his hair wasn't messy — in fact it was nicely done, as was his black suit — he also didn't look as stressed, "You wouldn't want me to phone your wife now would you?" He raised a single brow as he held a handsome smirk.

Tony, who was clearly a little passed buzzed, shook his head, "I was only teasin' the pretty lady, I didn't mean anything by it." He hiccuped as he took another long gulp of his beer.

Skywalker shook his head with a chuckle. He then took the empty mug away from him and set it down in front of me, "Come on, I called you a cab to take you home and it's waiting for you out front." He grabbed the old man's arm and gently helped him off the bar stool.

I watched him with intrigue; for a man who Kenobi described as black-hearted, he's surprisingly — nice. But just because he's nice to one old man doesn't change the fact that he's still a deceitful man. Even Ted Bundy came off as a charming individual, and we all know his story.

"I'm perfectly fine," Tony complained as he smacked Skywalker's hand, "My car is here and I can drive myself." He stubbornly yelled.