The Black Organization with a Black Widow in it (Gin x oc fanfic)

14: The men of the bar

The only one who looks like he's having fun, is Scotch who's playing the guitar, I'm strongly getting attracted to him. Bourbon is like 'I am so bored', Gin and Rye who are smoking and drinking—and I ship—are like 'it's my brake', and Irish is the boss who's like 'these four suck.'

Alianna's POV:

"Raven I present to you, the men of the bar," Vermouth said. "Hmmm, so Scotch really does play guitar," I said. "Yeah, just wait this place will be full of mostly women," Chianti said. "I can confirm that, I was the first," Sherry said. Here are the menus ladies," Vodka said, "one of the others will bring you the food and drinks." "One of the others?" "Oh it's something the boys do when they have to work here," Kir said. "And it's another reason the bar has a lot more women, they wanna see who brings them the drinks." "And here comes ours," Vermouth said. He came straight to her, kissed her, then paid attention to us. "Hello ladies, so drinks and appetizers?" Bourbon asks. "Oh you know what I like babe," Vermouth said. "And I'm sure you know ours," Chianti said. He wrote them down. "And you, what'll you have?" Bourbon asks me. "Oh . . . I'll have a margarita," I told him to come close, "and have that guy with a cigarette and long silver hair bring us the drinks." "Will do, oh and the appetizer?" "Fried calamari and if not then (___)," I said. He went off. "Wow, and we didn't have to tell you that the new girl picks the appetizer," Vermouth said.

Gin's POV:

"Really, Bourbon, the waiter doesn't kiss the guest." "Well can you blame me, I haven't seen my babe in hours, oh and by the way you're taking the drinks, curtesy of Raven." I looked at them then I looked at the order. "Did you finish your girls drink?" "Yeah." "Good, I'll take the rest you get the food."

Alianna's POV:

"Here you are ladies, on the house," Gin said. He handed them out to each of us, when he handed me mine he said 'enjoy' and I did, bit by bit. "Are you sure he didn't poison it?" I asked Sherry. "I saw him make it, he didn't poison it," she said. "What he did do is put a cute little umbrella in it," Chianti said. It was cute, and it was purple.

🥃🖤after food and drinks🖤🥃

I heard a familiar melody from the stage. "Ladies wait here." I went to the stage. "Hey, Scotch, is that I won't back down by Tom Petty?" "Do you know the words?" "Would I be up here if I didn't," I said.

Gin's POV:

She can dance and sing, I couldn't stop looking at her, I kept wiping the same part of the counter till Rye stopped me. "It's clean man." He faced me completely. "Now the question is," he lit a cigarette and let out smoke, "are you hitting that tonight?" I looked back to the stage, she wasn't on it, she was on the floor dancing. I lit up a cigarette, "I'm hitting it, and hard, or at least as hard as she wants."

🥃🖤bars closed🖤🥃

I changed back to what I usually wear and she accepted my offer on driving her home. "I didn't know you could sing." "Gin, what do you think I was saying that night I taught you to dance," Alianna said. "Uh translation." "Yes but I was still singing," she said. "Oh . . . well I guess I got lost in the words." I took her hand, "and your voice." "What are you up to?" "Nothing, just wanna spend a few more minutes with you before I feed the dog and tiger."

Alianna's POV:

There's something strange going on with him. I'm both interested and terrified.

🥃🖤at the apartment🖤🥃

"Can you just wait there for a moment." I went in my room, I was feeling anxious, should I do this should I not, what if he's not . . . what would my sister say if I told her it happened. By the time I had my answer, I literally had it on.

Gin's POV:

When her bedroom door opened, I didn't expect her to come out in a short black nightgown, with lace at the hem and where her breast are, and from the looks of it. There's more under that. "I was beginning to wonder what would take my lovely assassin so long." She blushed. "Don't hide that smile, come closer."
She did and I put the cigarette out in that ashtray of hers. I got up to look at her, beautiful from every angle. "Alianna, let me see those eyes." Those violet eyes that look like the night, I'm so glad they're mine. I brought her closer, "are you ready?" She put her arms around my neck again. "Give me the night you promised."

"With pleasure."