〖JJBA One-shot Collection〗- Songs of Bizarre Adventures

Abbacchio - Rain on Me

Ouch. That's all.

Nami.

***

It was an evening like any other.

"Hey, can I have a whiskey?

- On it!"

A most banal shift at the bar. (Y/N) was laughing with their usual customers, serving many glasses at arm's length, tray in hand. And then, like almost every night, a man with long silver hair walked into the bar, his brow furrowed slightly. He sat down at the counter without a word, without greeting anyone. He simply gave the waiters a slight wave. (Y/N) exchanged a quick look with their colleague. He was busy serving other customers, so they just nodded and approached the man at the counter.

"Good evening Abbacchio, what can I get you?

- A glass of wine.

- On it."

They turned to grab a clean glass behind them, not without feeling a cold stare pierce their back. They shivered but decided not to pay any more attention to it. It was an evening like any other. And a customer like any other. A regular at the bar. They handed him his glass, a slight smile on their lips as an extra. He thanked them with a slight nod and slipped his change on the counter without really looking at them, before taking a sip as if to quench his thirst. (Y/N) sighed. Another client called them and they quickly got back to work.

It was an evening like any other.

"Good evening Abbacchio, what can I get you?

- A glass of wine.

- On it."

This routine had been in place for a long time. Abbacchio would come, have a few drinks, and leave without having spoken to anyone. And if anyone tried to talk to him, he would glare at them and scare them away. Everyone knew him, no one approached. Yet heaps of rumors swirled about him. Former cop. Or bassist. Mafioso. Sometimes a drug lord. Or a photo model. Heartbreaker. Sometimes a lone wolf. There was no denying that Leone Abbacchio was a mystery to everyone.

It was an evening like any other.

"Good evening Abbacchio, what can I get you?

- A glass of wine.

- On it."

This man was a mystery to everyone, yet no one really wanted to know him. He was self-effacing. Rejected. Unloved. A frightening, heartless brute. That was what was said. And (Y/N) knew everything that was being said in that bar. Yet they weren't one of those people who looked askance at him as soon as he stepped inside, his headphones over his ears. And maybe that was what made all the difference.

It was an evening... like any other?

"... Abbacchio? Is everything okay?"

Abbacchio was slumped on the counter, half asleep. Most of the customers had already left, most of the employees too. The bar was emptying and closing was approaching. But the mysterious man was still there. A glass in hand. One too many glasses.

"... Abbacchio? Imma have to close..."

Slowly, (Y/N) put a hand on his shoulder to shake him slightly, but they only received a grunt in response. They put their hands to their hips and huffed in frustration.

"Hey... Come on, move..."

Another groan and he finally looked up to laid his half-closed eyes on the barista who immediately noticed that his makeup had run off. They gasped.