Jenlisa Oneshots

one round, on the house

"One Blow Job, on the house."

Jennie peers up in surprise. Not so much because she's a little revolted by the name-a drink had been the furthest thought from her mind-but because she hasn't spoken a word to anyone since she entered this dingy establishment.

"I didn't order this," Jennie says, gesturing to the shot glass.

The bartender shrugs. "Well, someone did. Consider it a gift, sweetheart, and try not to look so glum. The night is still young."

He saunters away, and Jennie curses herself for ever agreeing to accompany Taehyung on his inane adventures into a gay bar.

She eyes the glass in disgust. It's far from her usual drink (she's more of a cider-in-a-quiet-study type of girl), but it also isn't every night her idiot coworker abandons her to play pirate with a man who wears far too much eyeliner for his own good.

"We shall dub thee Shiver Me Timbers," Jennie mutters, before a voice breaks in-

"His name's Jungkook, actually."

A woman abruptly snags the empty seat beside her. Jennie arches her brow as she takes in the blonde hair and green eyes gazing expectantly at her, and allows her own gaze to travel down a lean frame and skin-tight jeans because-well, no one ever said she couldn't do any looking of her own.

"I beg your pardon?" Jennie asks.

"Jungkook," the blonde says again and points to where Taehyung is still dallying with the pirate wannabe. "The guy who's with your friend? He's my roommate. I guess that makes us both the wingmen in this case, huh?"

"And you are?"

"I'm Lisa," the blonde introduces herself and holds out her hand. "Lisa Manoban."

Jennie hesitantly takes it. "Jennie."

Lisa nods to the shot glass on the counter in front of them. "Are you going to drink that?"

"So this was your doing, I assume?" Jennie asks. "No, thank you. I don't drink anything that implies putting my mouth in places they shouldn't be."

"You know that's just a name, right?" Lisa says. "It's actually really good. How can you already hate it if you haven't tried it?"

"Because I have better things to do than sit here while some stranger tries to buy me with drinks."

"Buy you?" Lisa echoes.

Suddenly the friendly smile is gone, replaced by a frown that is both stark and maybe even a little dazzling.

"Wow. Okay. What crawled up your ass?"

Jennie bristles. "Excuse me?"

"That's what you think this is? Me trying to get into your pants?" Lisa asks. "Believe it or not, that was me just trying to make conversation."

Jennie sighs. This night was already going extraordinarily well.

"That's not what I -"

"No, I get it. I'll back off," Lisa says. "But for the record, I do have standards, you know. And they don't involve sleeping with prissy straight girls."

This time it's Jennie who recoils in offense. "Prissy?"

Straight?

"Manoban!"

Both sets of heads turn in time to see the leather-clad moron-Jungkook, as he's apparently called-leading Taehyung towards the exit. He shoots Lisa a thumbs-up and disappears through the doors, pulling a thoroughly giddy Taehyung with him.