TBP ONESHOTS (ON HOLD)

hot bartenders (2)

FOUR – HOT BARTENDERS (MULTIPLE PARTS)
RINNEY + BRANCE + BRIFFIN

"Four? You a lightweight?" Vance raised his brows in surprise.

The boy snickered and shot a toothy smile. "Nah, I could go at least six shots of tequila and be probably tipsy," the Asian boy left with three gin and tonics in his hand; his count was now twenty gin and tonics made for the same two tables in one night. "I'm Finney, by the way." he smiled at the three as he cleaned a glass.

"Vance."

"Billy."

"So does this one just not talk? Or have I made the sunrise wrong?" Finney laughed lightly.

Robin was melting. He was a snowman at this rate. The bartender – Finney – was the prettiest boy he had ever laid eyes on. His glasses suited him perfectly and his smile was the cutest thing ever. "I'm Robin." he replied quickly.

"He speaks!" Billy teased.

"Do you want me to steal that shot?" Robin shot back.

"Now, now children."

Billy's fuck buddy came behind the counter and started complaining, much like the Asian boy had done. "Whiskey this, rum and coke that. The same fucking table keeps ordering whiskeys and rum and cokes. I'm done! I'm resigning!" the boy complained as he refilled a whiskey glass. "Eight whiskeys and twelve rum and cokes. Basic bastards."

"Maybe you need a whiskey and rum and coke." Finney muttered.

"What was that? Oh, you fucker! You're so lucky this is a workplace, or I would've fucking smacked a beer bottle over your head." the boy shot back, flipping Finney off.

"You're too short for that." Finney said. The other boy rolled his eyes and put the drinks on a tray, making his way to the table he was complaining about.

Seconds later, the Asian boy – Vance's fuck buddy – came back behind the counter. "I am fucking finally on break. Make me a martini, would you?"

"You make it!" Finney argued.

The boy hummed and shook his head. "I'm on break." Finney sighed and pulled out a martini glass from under the bar.

"So, hotstuff, you mad about the Panthers win?" Finney asked Robin as he coated the rim of the glass in sugar. Robin flushed at the name.

"Yeah. Leafs could've done so much better," he took a sip of his drink and watched as Finney made the martini. "You like hockey?" he asked.

"Nah, I'm more of a baseball kinda guy. My sister is obsessed with it though." he smiled sweetly, and Robin just kept melting.

Billy leaned over and whispered into Robin's ear. "Might wanna tone down the blushing, hotstuff," he snickered. Robin shooed him away and sipped his drink. "I'm just sayin'!"

"Do you want a refill?" Finney smiled at Robin. Robin smiled and muttered a thanks, handing him his glass. While Robin was being smitten over Finney, Vance was head over heels for the Asian guy – who he had just now learned that his name was Bruce.

He learned that Bruce played baseball and was hoping to go pro with it one day. He also had a little sister who was still in high school, and he attended NYU with his friends Finney – Robin's fuck buddy – and Griffin – Billy's fuck buddy. He learned that Bruce was gay and single, and wanted to find someone.

"It's like it's impossible to find the right guy, you know?" he said as he sipped his martini.

Vance nodded. "I get what you mean. Any guy I've been with is either straight, it was a dare, it was a bet, or he was questioning." Vance laughed. Bruce smiled and giggled, nodding in the meantime.

"Whiskey whiskey whiskey! One more goddamn whiskey and I'm resigning! Oh, hello Bruce." Griffin pulled out four whiskey glasses from the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He poured them quickly.

"I'll serve 'em for you. Take a break." Finney offered. Griffin sighed and nodded, thanking him. Finney took the tray and made his way to the table. Robin watched as he walked.

"His waist man!" Robin gushed. Billy rolled his eyes.

"Either he has a hot waist or you're just a slut." Vance replied.

"Gush over my friend's waist again and I might just have to kick you out of here." Griffin said, leaning against the back counter with all the bottles. Robin put his hands up in defence.

"I'm never serving for you again." Finney came back and put the tray on the bar table behind him, then leaning against it. Robin had visible heart eyes and it took everything in Billy and Vance to not laugh their asses off.