White Light (MurdocXReader)

Bar Date (1/2)

It an hour before Murdoc said he'd pick you up and you're getting ready, trying to figure out what to wear. You can't decide between something casual like a t-shirt and jeans or sweats or something else like a shirt and skirt or a nice dress, eventually deciding on the shirt and skirt (if you're comfortable with that! If not we'll say you picked another option:) it's all up to you!<3) and slip on some heels with barely any height on them(again, pick whatever you want, sneakers or something 🙃), giving the outfit a once over before getting your hair and makeup done (if you do either).

After you're ready it's just an anxious waiting game of curiosity as you wait for him, wondering where he's bringing you or if he's forgotten. But of course it's not, because at exactly 5 o'clock he knocks on your door, inviting himself in with an adorable grin on his face.

"Oh you look stunning! Ready to go?" He smiles at you, offering you his arm which you graciously accept, linking your arms together and heading out to his car, a black Chevy with the word "STYLO" across the front ("my baby" he informs you, patting the hood) and get in before you start asking questions.

"So where are we going? Is it close by?" He just chuckles, hushing you with a wink. "You'll see." The two of you keep chatting about whatever along the drive until he pulls into a parking lot. "We're here." Once he's parked you get out, looking around to figure out where exactly 'here' is and groan. "A bar, really?" You look over at him unamused. "Well of course! Best bar in town actually, and the owner owed me a nice favor so it's going to be somewhat quiet tonight, don't want to scare you off of ever going to another bar again your first time after all.

You smile to yourself, happy he's gone the extra mile to make this special for you and quickly follow him in, immediately being surrounded by music and the smell of liquor and smoking, which you didn't expect for some reason, but it's a welcome surprise. You glance at Murdoc for a moment, who immediately catches your eye. "So? Whatddya think? I promise this is a nice place. Hey Tommy! How's the eye?" ha calls out, and who you assume is Tommy, the bar tender calls back "Oh fuck off you cunt!" He says with a laugh.

The two of you have a seat at the actual bar counter and he orders drinks, ordering you both scotch, which Tommy hands you shortly, grinning at you. "Enjoy yourselves you two, drinks are on the house tonight." You smile at him and say thanks, Murdoc following suit before whispering something to Tommy, who nods. "(Y/N) dove we're going to go sit at a table, if that's alright what you? Thomas here'll bring over some more drinks." You nod, sliding off your seat and taking a drink of your scotch, which feels like a sort of warm going down, and you quite like it and can't help but smile. Murdoc notices and laughs.

"There's plenty more where that came from. Now come on, let's go sit." He motions over to a table a little farther down the bar, a few people just getting up from them and leaving, chattering on the way out. About what you have no clue or interest in knowing. You and Murdoc walk over to the table and sit down side by side, you on the inside of the booth and him on the outside, and Tommy brings out a few more glasses of scotch and a bottle of it.

"Now don't feel like you have to drink it all, if you don't feel like drinking anymore then we can leave. Just thought you'd like a drink with me perhaps." Murdoc reaches for the bottle and drinking out of that while you sip from your one glass, just in general enjoying his company and the atmosphere of the bar. You're both quite before he finally speaks, setting the bottle down roughly.

"Alright, we're friends now and we shouldn't be in silence like this all the time. Let's dance or something, shall we?" He stands up, pulling you up with him and placing a hand on your waist and the other cupping one of your hands, swaying the two of you. "Woah man." You push him away, not too far but enough for him to tell you're uncomfortable and sit back down. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to overwhelm you." He chuckles nervously. "Sorry I've been waiting for this moment all night." He takes another sip out of the bottle before looking at you again. "It's alright." You chuckle. "Besides sorry but you're kinda not my type.." he looks at you flustered, but not in a good way so you quickly add "but you are super nice and anyone would be lucky to have you."

"Ahh so you're saying you've got taste then?" He chuckles lightly. "Well thank goodness for that because otherwise I might be forced to take offense to such a statement." he winks at her again before continuing "But seriously though,..." you nod. "I do indeed have a special taste." "Alrighty then.." he leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table between them. "So tell me more about this 'special taste' of yours. Anyone here fit such qualifications?" You blush, embarrassed. "I couldn't say."

"Hmm...that's disappointing." He crosses his arms across his chest and leans back against the chair, smirking "Well if you can't pick anyone out specifically then why don't we start with myself?" his tone is playful but also quite serious "After all, who wouldn't find themselves attracted to me? Besides yourself of course." You cock your eyebrow jokingly. "What about you?" "Oh come now, don't pretend you haven't noticed how handsome I am." He laughs softly "It's no secret that you check me out." You shrug. "I don't know what you're talking about." " Oh come on, don't lie to me. You must have seen something. A glimpse of my abs when I bend over, maybe even a hint of my bulge under these jeans.."he grins mischievously. "Am I right?"

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Sorry this is so long! I actually have parts of this story and the 2D story scripted for some reason and I just fix it up a bit when I post it