COD Oneshots (xReader)

Soap - Bar

2000 words | fem reader | tw: unconsensual stuff (spiked) | i'll reread this at some point so deal with this mess for a bit | every conversation i try to write sounds like a conversation out of xavier renegade angel ;(
y/n pov

I was overwhelmed. The stress of long hours of work with not a single day off had made me feel so heavy i couldn't stop dragging my feet. Being an adult sucks. All these extra hours just so i can pay rent? if there was actually something exciting to live for maybe i'd be fine with paying it. As awful as it sounds, i needed booze and i needed it now. it's an escapism i can worry about in the future.

Walking into the bar i took in my surroundings. It wasn't too busy, but it also wasn't too desolate. It held people that most likely had the same idea as me, booze after work. i sat down at the bar, the bartender immediately there to get what i wanted.
"Here again Y/n? what meal are you sacrificing for whiskey today?" he joked, already pouring the drink i always ask for. i didn't come here much, couldn't afford to, but i came here enough to befriend the drink pourer.
"dinner for the next half week probably," i sighed, leaning my head into my hand, eyes barely open due to tiredness
"I'd tell you to stop, but i think you're my favourite customer," he grinned, passing the glass to me
"i'll have to get meaner then," i lifted the glass up, feeling the liquid go down my throat, already all gone. he refilled the glass before i could say anything, but i only took a sip this time.

"how's business?" i held my hands around the cool glass
"Always the same, although, i heard there's a few soldiers here," he whispered, hand to his mouth
"soldiers? guess they need a break too. if you see any start to come over here let me know, i'll need to leave before i say anything that could sound illegal," i joked, taking another sip.

the bartenders attention soon drifted to a new person sitting at the bar, leaving me to my thoughts, which were quickly interrupted by the accent of the man now at the bar. I haven't heard a Scot in a while, and this one had a funny mohawk kind of hairstyle. Strange. i turned back to my drink, swirling it around the glass as i looked at the many bottles of alcohol on the shelves in front of me. I'd sell my soul for a collection like that.

"Another drink please, and whatever this pretty lady wants is on me" a new man slid into the bar stool right next to me, calling out to the bartender who was probably the furthest he could be away from him. no patience at all. i sighed a little, trying to ignore whoever decided to be this obnoxious, accidentally getting lost staring at the scotsman. his drink left a coating on his lips, causing them to shine a little in the warm lighting, his strong hands grasping the cup he brought to his lips. he was an attractive man, and he had pretty big muscles. could he be a soldier? my attention was caught when i saw a hairy arm near my drink in my peripheral, as soon as i looked it was pulled back, making me second guess my sight. i looked to the man beside me, hiss attention on the bartender walking over. maybe i'm just paranoid due to this man being closer than he needed to be. i took another swig of my drink, the flavour a little different, but it was probably just paranoia again.

the bartender finally arrived, giving the man the drink he asked for.
"What do you want, y/n?" He turned to me, instead of just pouring another whiskey, i assume he already knew what i was thinking, getting the most expensive thing on the menu. before i could answer, the man next to me spoke,
"Y/n? what a pretty name! say, Y/n, after this drink would you want to get out of here, maybe go to my mansion?" he grinned, lying through his teeth
"Your mansion? most definitely..." i rolled my eyes
"i know it may be hard to believe, sweets - but hey, how about this, if i win a game of pool you gotta come over, if you win i'll buy you another drink," he looked smug, it was off putting, but i'll never not be competitive
"alright," i stood myself up, my legs a little weak.
"Are you sure-" the bartender worried
"Let's go then!" the man interrupted, getting up and walking ahead of me. i could've sworn the scot looked over, but i paid no mind.