mine. (O. Dìaz x reader)

7

(Y/n pov)

He took me to a bar. Oh my god. What the fuck?

We walk in and sit down at the bar. The bartender comes up to us asking us what we want.

"I'll have a whiskey sour and some cheeseballs and fries." I tell him.

Oscar looks at me.

"What." I say with an expressionless face.

He smiles.

"I'll just have a beer. You open to share your food with me?" He asks me raising an eyebrow.

"Are you paying?" I ask, "oh of course you're paying you invited me out. My bad I didn't mean to ask." I say laughing.

His looks at me almost frowning. And I shine the biggest smile at him.

The bartender goes away to make our order. I turn to Oscar making him turn too, while our legs go in this zigzag type deal.

"Monse told me that César said something to everyone and now they aren't friends. What did he say?" I ask him leaning forward.

"César told the gang that him and Monse fucked before she went to camp. That's it." Oscar says while the bartender brings out drinks out.

I look at him surprised, lean back, then turn to my drink and gulp it down immediately.

"Can I have another?" I ask the bartender. I turn back to Oscar before he can even lift up his drink from staring at me.

"Why would he say that?" I ask him.

"Because they did fuck? I don't know." He tells me while the bartender brings out my second drink.

"If you drink that in less than 2 seconds aga-" he says while I slurp up my second drink. He looks at me like I'm crazy.

"What? What were you saying?" I ask.

The bartender brings out the food and I ask him if I can have another drink.

"Are you a lightweight, hyna?" Oscar asks me.

"Definitely not Oscar Díaz. Are you?" I ask him.

"Na. Wanna see if you're lying or not?"

"Are you calling me a liar?" Well I ain't calling you a truther.

"Maybe. I just think a girl like you has to be a lightweight."

"Oh. You're on." I tell him.

"Ay. Get us 10 shots. Tequila." He tells the bartender.

I finally notice the surroundings of this bar. It's not only a bar. It's a restaurant. What the fuck? There are so many couples around us on dates. Romantical. Oh my god. He wasn't joking about the date part.

Oscar noticed me looking around and moves his legs a little. Just in time for the shots to be put in front of us.

"You get those five and these are mine." He tells me.

"Go." He starts.

Oh! I didn't know we were racing

That didn't matter. I won anyways. I'm amazing. I laugh and point at him a little.

"Another 10." He tells the bartender.

I won this round too. I might be starting to feel a little buzzed but it's not like I'm getting drunk from a couple shots.

"You want to go another round and lose bitch?" I ask Oscar.

Okay maybe I'm a little drunk.