Sarah Paulson Imagines *open for requests*

"What makes you unique?" [B.D.H]

Request from anon tumblr
TW: none just a bit flirty flirt

Here you go walking through the streets all dolled up to a date with multiple people you didn't even knew. You were going to a blind date. But not the usual blind date. No. Blind date meaning going into the bar taking part in one of the new stupid games made up by the bar owners and your friends felt like would be funny to sign you up for. The game consisted of four rounds. Six people swapping the table after five minutes of being able to talk with the person across from you. Blindfolded. Of course.

You didn't even plan on going, nor on wearing this tight dress and taking effort by curling your hair and doing your make up but your friends thought it all through, standing infront of your door with a bottle of wine two hours before "show time" as they called it.

You rather would have preferred staying at home in your cozy hoodie, watching housewives and eating some take out but hey your friends thought two years of single would be enough and to be honest. It was. You longed for a relationship. A good one. One with a lot of love, laughter and making out. No toxicity, just something true with the occasional fights before making up and drinking a glass of wine all while watching the sunset.

That's who you are. You are easy like that. You want that cliché boring life. A wedding, a small house, a dog and hey maybe one or two children.

You made it to the entrance just in time. One of the people organising the event literally dragged you into the bar before putting on a blindfold immediately. "You're extremely late, everyone is already at their tables." the woman said rather annoyed. "Sorry about that princess." You said in your most mocking voice, not even trying to hide that you would prefer to be anywhere but here. "Shush. No one is supposed to hear your voice yet." she said before pushing you rather hard onto a chair.

Next to you you could hear a low chuckle erupting probably from one of the other lady's who were forced to take part in this circus.

They had to be forced because who would actually go here by themselves to be stared at and made fun of like one of those poor circus animals walking in circles to occasionally make a little trick to get a few claps they don't even want nor need.

You aren't necessarily an extrovert so knowing that people are looking at you right in this moment while you're looking like a Barbie doll makes you wanna get up and run out immediately, but housewives already started and you wouldn't make it home before the end so, oh well, why not going with it?

You are taken out of your thoughts when you were hearing a mic being turned on. "Hello everyone and welcome to the bars newest game which will hopefully end up by some conjoined hearts or at least open legs tonight."

Some laughter and "uh's" erupted from the crowd while you rolled your eyes which was thankfully covered up by your blindfold.
Sex sells.

After some more unnecessarily sexual and in your opinion not funny at all jokes the first round started. You heard the first two woman talk and they actually seemed to get along. Sharing some laughs here and there, even the same interests and they quickly made it clear they didn't even wanted to join the swapping anymore which left the woman in front of you, the two next to you on their table and, well, you.

For you the first conversation already was a flop. She was nice but also young and it showed in the conversation. While her interests are making party and going to shops your interests are books and taking walks. Maybe she isn't too young, maybe your spirit is just too old already. She was nice, no question, but just no one you could imagine any sort of relationship with and you're still not looking for just a fling but someone to fall actually in love with. After the five minutes were over a loud "bing" echoed through the hall of the bar signalling the next table change.

You felt two hands on your shoulders carefully lifting you up and pressing you down rather harsh on the chair of the other table. They hated you. You hated them. Both sides knew.
Letting a sarcastic "thanks." slip through your mouth you took a deep breath waiting for the next bing. As it came you sighed loudly and decided to make the suffering for you and the person across from you short. "Listen," you started speaking up. "I know you probably have high hopes for this and I'm gonna fail you but I'm really just here because my friends dragged me here. I don't expect anything out of this and I hope I won't disappoint you right now but let's just keep this as civil as possible."

You heard a soft chuckle from the woman of the other side of the table. "Don't worry darling. Most in this club are at least 15 years younger than me. I'm sharing the "got dragged by my friends" card with you."

You were taken aback. Her remark was clear but not rude at all. The kind of communication you really appreciated. Honest but human. Her voice was surprisingly soothing and you guessed she was right with the prescription of her being a couple of years older than you, which you didn't mind. "So," you paused. "Care to tell me your name?" The question seemed to erupt another chuckle of the older woman. "Names are such an unnecessary concept." She replied.

That made you gasped because that's exactly what you always said and which just would earn you some weird grimaces of your conversational partner. "I thinks so too. It's a made up concept by human beings. We always need to name everything and put it into boxes because otherwise we feel like we are not in control."

Silence.

Just as you wanted to apologize because you thought you fucked up again she spoke up. "You seem like a smart girl." That on the other hand made you chuckle. "Smart or more of a coward sometimes." That made her laugh and you could swear on everything it was the sweetest sound you ever heard even though her voice held a small rasp which made her slight southern accent even more charming.

"I know I'm contradicting myself with what I'm just about to ask but will you tell me your name?" She asked. "Uhh are you into me now?" you said like a little child who tries to dare their playground friend. Maybe you're not too much of an old soul sometimes. You felt how she moved and just slightly her fingertips brushed yours. She was so close you could feel her breath on your cheek. "Why? Should I be?" you immediately realized what she was doing. Oh no mysterious, attractive lady, you won't be the first one admitting that this was, after all, not too much of a waste of time.

"It's on you to decide that." You stated calm, caressing her fingertips with yours a bit. Her hands are soft. She has long nails. Feisty. She chuckled again, this time a bit deeper. "What makes you unique?" You thought for a moment. That question caught you off guard. Well done you dumbass, what the hell makes you unique? You thought and there was simply one word popping into your mind. Nothing. You still won't give up your playful game with her though. You leaned forward a bit as well now being able to smell her perfume and a faint touch of tobacco. "Tell me your name and I will tell you why it's worth it." You stated with a small smirk. She chuckled what would be the five thousandth time by now. "Alright," she stated. "My name is,"

BING

"Okay ladies this last round is over."

Fucking hell this can't be happening.

A/n: Part 2?