COD OneShots

Soap - Stood Up

Warning: None
Theme: Fluff

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I sit at the bar, scrolling through my dating app with one hand and swirling my half empty drink in the other. The ice shakes and causes a slight rattling sound, but it seems like no one around me cares.

I sip the rest of my watered down drink, the bartender noticing and walking my way.

"Another?" She asks. I take a deep breath, debating if I should keep waiting around for the guy I was supposed to meet up with.

"Yes, please." I finally breathe out. I'm already out, so I might as well try and have a good time. Even if it's by myself.

She gives me a small smile and nods her head, walking away to make me another drink. I look down at my phone once again, swiping left a couple times before getting bored and putting it down.

She comes back and hands me my second drink, the usual ginger ale and Jameson. I take a sip, looking up at the bartender work on their next drink. I've had about two drinks so far, this being my third, and I have already started to feel the effects of the drinks on me.

A guy slips in two seats over from me, making eye contact with me and smiling softly before looking over at the bartender and getting her attention. A smile forms on my lips, not necessarily because I'm trying to be friendly, but because of the silly haircut the man has in front of me.

I press my lips together and pick up my phone in front of me, opening the same dating app and swiping on different people. I take another sip of my drink, the man with the strange haircut distracting me.

"I could never get into those apps." He says to me in a thick accent. A smirk forms on the corner of his lips before he takes a sip of his beer.

"Why not?" I ask. Normally I wouldn't be caught dead talking to a stranger at a bar considering how introverted I am, but the two drinks I've drank have definitely had an effect on me.

"I guess I'm someone who prefers things in person." He says. I nod my head slowly, not sure what to say next. "Have you had any luck finding anyone?"

"Not really." I laugh, turning my phone off and placing it down. "How about you? Had any luck 'in person'?" I ask, adding quotation marks with my hands.

"No." He smiles, taking another sip of his drink and looking away. A silence falls between us for a couple seconds, the conversation over. I take my bottom lip between my teeth, looking at him up and down.

His hair is a long Mohawk slicked back, the sides shaved down. His t-shirt hugs his biceps, accentuating his muscles. His jeans are a little loose, but I can tell there are muscular thighs under them.

He's not too bad looking.

"Sorry to bother you but, where is your accent from?" I ask, getting his attention. I take a sip from my drink while I wait for him to answer.

"Scotland." He says.

"Oh wow. What are you doing here in the U.S.?" I ask. I prop my elbow onto the bar and rest my head on my hand, holding onto my drink with the other.

"Just some work stuff." He smiles. He turns his body towards me a bit, leaning against the bar slightly.

"What do you do for work?" I ask.