There is a man that comes to the bar every other Thursday night. He has incredibly long, faded pink hair that turns brown at the roots. It's braided down his back, tied off with a different colored ribbon every time.
He has a strong face, sharp jaw and high cheekbones. His eyebrows are strong and thick, resting passively on his pale face. His eyes are never fully open, having a constantly bored look on his face, but they're beautiful and bright - an incredibly vibrant shade of blue green that almost looks yellow in some lights.
He always comes dressed in a puffy blouse and dark, tight, jeans. (He wore a corset to the bar, once. Tight and lacy and hugging him just right. Sapnap doesn't think he could think about anything else for the rest of the week.)
His high laced boots made him at least three inches taller than he is - not that he isn't already tall, but Sapnap has to crane his neck whenever he first comes in. They sit at comfortable eye level when he's seated.
He's incredibly attractive, and Sapnap serves him everytime he comes in.
Chatting with him started slow, a treacherous hill that he determinedly climbed.
He was nervous and awkward, they both were. But slowly, the more he came in, the easier it was to simply slip into conversation. It was great, Sapnap liked him and liked talking to him. Techno, as he liked to be called, was funny and sharp. Easy to joke with and easier to laugh with. He was good. Great, even.
Originally, it wasn't Sapnap's plan to get involved with him. Honestly, he wasn't even going to ask for the man's name, content with calling him cute things like honey or handsome. Gorgeous and sugar. Anything along those lines, really. He'd say whatever he thought of first, and Techno seemed satisfied with it. At least Sapnap thought he was, until the man waved him over before he was about to leave and pulled him close over the counter, whispering a farewell into his ear as he tucked a strip of napkin into his breast pocket and left a burning kiss on his cheek.
As Sapnap watched him walk away, dazed and ablaze, he gently pulled the strip from where it had been tucked. A name and a number.
Sapnap had been giddy over it all week after that, quick to text the other man and receiving equally excited texts back. Sapnap had thought everything was going well that week - the following Friday and Saturday easily glided through, laced in sweet conversations and even a few phone calls.
It had all been fine - it'd been great. It was going well. And it was, the rest of the week was slower, but the Thursday Techno would've normally not been in was almost terrible.
That fated Thursday was probably the most memorable shift he'd had in ages. Not incredibly bad but not exactly the best either, in the long run.
Techno had brought a friend, a brunette - British and incredibly charming. He was nice, well spoken and laid back. They seemed to get along incredibly well. Sapnap hated it. He didn't bother asking for names. He didn't care about his name.
That night - already dazed by the fact that Techno was there to begin with since he'd been here last week as well - he stayed at the other end of the bar, waving George off to serve them instead as he kept himself hidden from Techno's view.
(If he was so easily over Sapnap, then the man would get over him just as fast. He definitely has some words for him beforehand though.)
It did get better though, Sapnap's kind of glad he hadn't just sucked it up and went to Techno despite the burn in his chest. Instead, he decided to whine to himself like a jealous girlfriend and ended up stuck with a chatty guy who was incredibly endearing and outgoing.
"You're new." Not exactly the best conversation starter, Sapnap noted as he looked to the voice addressing him.
It was a blond - barely passing as such, with how brown it was, but Sapnap wouldn't judge.
He has bright eyes, a beautiful mix of greens, grays and blues. The bridge of his hooked nose was dusted with faint freckles, sunkissed skin glowing in the bar light.
Sapnap smiled to him, "I'm not." he replied sweetly, eyes crinkling in the corners as he smiled, amused.
"I normally work the other side of the bar, decided to switch it up a bit today. Glad I did, you're a handsome one huh?"
It was easy after that, talking to Dream, as he learned, was easy and calm. He was funny, his laugh contagious and genuine. Talking with him made him forget about his little boy troubles for the rest of the night. It was nice.
Much faster than it had been with Techno, Dream slipped him his number and kissed his hand as a goodbye, promises of a next time slipping easily from his lips.
Sapnap was buzzed, on a high of his own for the rest of the night after that. He almost didn't want to wait for his shift to be over before typing a text to Dream. He didn't bother keeping himself out of view after talking with Dream, only remembering Techno as he stepped to the parking lot, seeing his contact at the top of his most recent messages, just under his roommate Karl.
Technoblade
>why didn't you sever me today? I saw you in.
He sighs, debating ignoring him for the night, but eventually decides against it.
Sapnap
>you kinda suck, thats why
It was a simple message, straight to the point and confrontational, just what Sapnap needed.
Technoblade
>I'm sucky?
Sapnap
>yes very much so
Technoblade
>would you be so kind as to inform me of why you think this way?
Sapnap
>you know why asshole
>I can't believe you
>you give me your number and a kiss on my cheek and then flirt with me all week, then come in a week early with some new boy like you never even lead me on
Technoblade
>lead you on?
>wait new boy?
Sapnap
>the one you brought to the bar, British brunet
Technoblade
>oh
>oh this is so funny
Sapnap
>literally how is this fucking funny
Technoblade
>Sapnap that was my brother Wilbur, he wanted to meet you since I frequented the bar so often
>I guess I should've told you he'd be coming
>and that I'd be as well, since I did come a week earlier.
Sapnap
>what
>are you serious
Technoblade
>my sincerest apologies
Sapnap
>I got fucking jealous of your brother are you shitting me
Technoblade
>oh? You were jealous?
Sapnap
>NO FUCK YOU I WASN'T
Technoblade
>no I think you can't take that back
Sapnap
>yeah well I think I can
>and I will. I currently am.
>jerk
Technoblade
>ooh ouch
>how am I expected to recover from such a devastatingly effective blow?
Sapnap
>shut up Technoblade
Technoblade
>Aw no more cute names like doll and sweetheart?
>what a shame, I quite liked those ones
Sapnap
>omfg be quiet I hate you
>blocking you right now
Technoblade
>nooo. please anything but that
Sapnap
>anything?
Technoblade
>within a realm of possibilities and plausibilies yes
Sapnap
>okay so if I told you
>take me out for dinner
>how's that sounding to you
Technoblade
>it's sounds like a pretty good deal if I'm to give my input
>an incredible steal, I'll admit
Sapnap
>will you maybe pick me up Saturday at 5?
Technoblade
>I will certainly pick you up at 5.
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I Said I Don't Want Love (Show Me What You're Made Of) (sapnoblade)
Fanfiction(sapnoblade) ". . .There is a man that comes to the bar every other Thursday night. He's incredibly attractive, and Sapnap serves him everytime he comes in. . ." In which Sapnap is a bartender and Technoblade is his regular. story title from Squarin...
