MCYT Oneshots [Pt. 1]

Handsome Bar Cowboy Pt. 1- Karlnap 😊

CW: drinking (everyone is of age and it's all done responsibly)

Plot: Karl hates Texas, but maybe the handsome cowboy he sees at the bar makes it a bit more bearable.

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Third Person POV.

Karl doesn't like Texas. He's been here all of a week and he already hates it. There's nothing to do of interest to him, even the pubs are mediocre at best.

Lounging at the bar of one of the better pubs, he nurses a drink he can't be assed to remember. Rolling his eyes at the thick southern accents surrounding him. The bar tender fills his cup for the second time as a group of men around his age walk in, laughing loudly.

They all have cowboy hats on and tans showing their occupations clearly. Farm hands. Better known as cowboys. Karl goes back to his drink, not sparing the group a second glance. The group sits down in a far corner, one of the shorter members of the mob noticing Karl, despite his clear lack of interest in the group.

Karl takes a big swing of his drink and turns to look at the rest of the bar, noticing one of the cowboys walking towards the bar. "Can I please have five beers?" His voice is softer than the rest, his accent a lot less harsh on Karl's ears, and his manners a million times better than other customers Karl has over heard ordering.

"Sure, anything else?" The bar tender asks as he grabs pint glasses.

"No, thank you," the man smiles softly, shaking his head. "Did you move here recently?" The man asks as he leans against the bar next to Karl.

"A week ago, yeah," Karl tells him, slightly taken aback by his forwardness, turning to face the man. "How did you know?"

The man chuckle lightly, the sound making Karl's face warm."You don't look like you grew up here, too pale and skinny, no offence," he adds quickly.

"None taken, it's better than looking like a brute," Karl mumbles as he looks at the poorly dressed people around him, his nose turned up slightly.

"Harsh," the man chuckles. "Not all of us are actually brutes. I don't normally dress like this I swear, it's just what I wear to work," Karl looks the man up and down. He's certainly better dressed than a majority of people here, a loose singlet and baggy jeans covered in different paints and saw dust and a large red plaid shirt thrown on over the top, the man's muscle filled shoulders visible between the fabrics. "Where did you move from?"

"North Carolina," Karl tells him, his eyes still roaming over the man. Maybe he's drunk too much, but it's hard to take his eyes off of the man. He doesn't even know his name yet. "I got a promotion to regional manager of the larger part of Texas so I had to move for convenience and stuff," Kar waves his hand in dismissal.

"Congratulations on the promotion," the man says with a wide smile. "You don't seem like you particularly like Texas though," he points out as the bar tender brings over the drinks.

"It's certainly not my favourite place in the world," Karl agrees.

"Well, hopefully you find something about it you like soon, would hate to lose such a pretty guy so soon," the man walks away, easily carrying the many drinks back to the table and leaving Karl stunned.

Karl had gone to the same bar the last three nights. It was just because it was the nicest bar there. Not because of the nice southern man that came to talk to him while he ordered his drinks every-time. Not at all.

"I'm starting to think maybe you do like it here," the man says as he walks up to the bar one afternoon, ordering the same as always.

"What gives you that idea?" Karl asks as he sips his drink.