Your eyes grasp the features of his face, chiseled jaw and a pointed nose.
He looks back at you and throws a smile. "I'm sorry, we're you catching a stare? I could pose for you, if you'd like." He sniggers.
"Uh, no, sorry. Your drink choice, it's a good one." You look away. "Bartender! Could I also have a Dandelion and Burdock?"
He nods. You turn your head back to Arielle, her eyes shine at you. She looks at the fellow next to you. Her eyebrows raise to her forehead. She points her red nail at him from under the table and gives you a look. "No." You whisper as you shove your cigarette back into your mouth to hide the giggle that wants to come out.
"You like Dandelion and Burdock as well?" The man next to you runs his hands through his greased hair.
You turn around slowly "Yeah, well-"
"I'm Alex." he holds his hand out, you notice a ring on his pinky that says 'Death Ramps'
You shake it, "I'm (y/n)"
He taps the bar table. "Fascinating."
"Everyone! Snow storm!" Someone in the room yells.
"No! Guys you can't leave! Your pissed and the streets are frozen." the bartender locks the door.
"So, we're snowed in?" Arielle yells.
"Afraid so." The bartender yells back.
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Open Mic (Arctic Monkeys Fanfic)
RandomYou're out with your friend, Arielle and you both want to have fun. You end up meeting a few other guys who compete against you for money, you end up actually falling for one. Will this change your thought of the competition?
