Guilty Pleasure ||Adrien Agreste/Chat noir X Male! Reader||

5. Here I Am Indeed.

Welcome back, I have a new chapter for you, I hope you will enjoy the show
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In a large and empty festivities' room, one lonely bartender was getting everything ready for an upcoming party scheduled for that very night.

The man was of tall build, with mildly long blond hair and cold greyish blue eyes. He was relatively young, very clearly in his early twenties.

A small radio was playing some relaxing yet motivating music in a low volume in the background.

The man stood behind the polished wooden bar, the soft glow of hanging bulbs casting a warm ambiance around him. He moved with a practiced grace, his movements precise and efficient as he prepared for the night's festivities. Bottles of various spirits lined the shelves behind the alcohol's expert, each one a key ingredient in crafting delightful concoctions.

One noticeable beverage was of a particular brand known as "Fleshmel".

With a quick flick of the wrist, he grabbed a shaker, its metallic clang echoing through the room. Ice cubes tumble into the shaker, producing a crisp sound that hints at the refreshing drinks to come. The bartender then selected a variety of liquor bottles, pouring measured amounts into the shaker, a mesmerizing dance of liquid mixing and swirling.

Behind the bar, rows of glasses stood tall, waiting to be filled with liquid artistry. The bartender selected the perfect vessel for each creation, be it a sleek martini glass, a chilled highball, or an elegant champagne flute.

As the night approached, the bartender arranged fresh garnishes with care, a visual feast of colorful fruits and fragrant herbs that add a final touch of finesse to each drink.

As the loner worked efficiently in silence, the stage was quickly set and the bar became a symphony of flavors, colors, and aromas, ready to delight the soon to be here guests.

With a confident smile, the bartender stood poised, ready to craft memorable experiences, one drink at a time.

What the expert didn't know was that he was being observed.

As he looked at his work, wearing a grin filled with pride, the barrier of silence was shattered by a disembodied interjection.

"Impressive work." The feminine complimentary voice made itself heard by the young man, who redirected his focus towards it.

The voice accompanied itself with a few claps as a pretty woman in a tuxedo came through the entrance.

"Thank you, ma'am." The man bowed his head slightly as the woman stopped directly opposite to him accros the bar, her red lips grimacing an easygoing smile.

"You're a bit early, ma'am. The party is only set to start in thirty minutes." The man said, checking his wrist's watch.

"Woah, 'ma'am' ?" The woman flinched backwards as her green eyes widened noticeably.

"I'm sorry, just trying to be formal." The man put his hands behind his back, trying to look ready for any incoming requests.

"As you said, the important event only starts in thirty minutes and as you may have noticed, I'm very early..." The woman shrinked backwards, giving herself a hug and the man pleading eyes.

Acting as if she were the image of solitude, the man couldn't help but feel sympathy.

"So let's talk informally in the mean time, okay ?" The younger lady invited herself to sit on a bar chair and put both of her arms crossed on the bar's structure.

The guy furrowed his eyebrows, feeling worried at this request.

"I'm sorry but I'd rather not do that."