One shots! <3

Whos boss.

This is a bit random and I'm thinking of making a part 2 so lmk What You think!
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"Oh for fuck sakes Taylor"  Travis said storming out of the bedroom and walking down the hall. Taylor followed. "Yeah Strom off as usual." She yelled as he grabbed his keys phone and jacket off the coffee table. "We'll what the fuck else am I meant too do. I can't seem to get anything right with you." He snapped Turing and facing her , her face was Stirn they where both stubborn and when they got into fights it was either small and they made up with in the hour or it was bad and blown out of proportion this happened to be one of the large overdramatised times. "Real fucking mature." She scolded as he walked towards the door. "Don't try to call me." he walked out the door slamming it in her face making a loud bang.

Travis walked out to his car and got in and started up the engine he needed to get away. Taylor was always starting drama and fights for no reason and he just needed to get away. So he drove to the nearest bar, he cut the engine and sat and started into the abyss before getting out the car and walking into the bar. He want and sat down at a bar stool and chucked his jacked on the stool next to him. "What can I get ya?" The girl who looked no older than 21 said standing behind the bar. "Something strong. shots." Travis mumbled rubbing both his hands over his face half watching the woman pour his drink. She slid the glass in front of him as he let his hands fall form his face. "What brings you here on a Thursday night? You seem like a busy man." The woman questions as Travis throws his head back and takes his shot sliding his glass back to the lady signalling for another. "Lady troubles" Travis dryly responds.

The woman fills up the shot glass another time with the same strong shot of tequila. "Oh I see." She says giving Travis a full shot glass once again. "Yeah she just starts stuff for no reason and it is so infuriating." He said before taking the shot that sat in between his large hands. "And why dose she do it. I don't know." He says putting the glass back on the table the woman grabs it and fills it up again. "We'll maybe it's because the person she is arguing with isn't giving her the attention she wants or needs" the woman says. "Mhm yeah. What's your name?" Travis questions taking the drink. "Allison." She said cleaning a cup behind the bar. "Travis. And I have never seen it from that point of view before. Thank you" Travis said rubbing his hands over his face again. "Take it from a Woman who has delt with her fair share of men." She scoffed "She just always wants to be in charge, and we are both stubborn as fuck so it kinda clashes." He spoke brushing his hands through his hair. "So why are you here. You should show her who runs the relationship, show her who is boss." Allison snickers and a grin grew on her face. "You know what.. your right. I'm going to show her who she got involved with." Travis said taking his last shot feeling the cool alcohol burn down his throat one last time and slapping a bill on the bar. "Thanks for the advice.." "Allison." She said because she sensed he forgot her name. "Thanks for knocking some sense into me." He said grabbing his jacket and walking away.

He got in the car and started up the engine once again. He sat and gripped the steering wheel before driving the short 15 minute drive home. As he pulled into the driveway and stopped the car Travis took a deep breath in before grabbing his jacket and phone and walking inside. He got to the door and swung it open. He was greeted with Taylor standing up from the couch and waking over to him. She was mad and he could tell. It was around 12am at this point and they had been fighting all day. "And where the fuck have you been." She said stepping in front of him. "Shut the fuck up" Taylor was taken aback by his stein words. "Wha-" she was interrupted by Travis's lips crashing into hers she melted and her hands draped over his shoulders. His hands where around her waist and he threw his stuff over the couch. "I said. Shut. Up." He said in between kisses. He brushed his tongue along her bottom lip and she gave him access. Their tongues fighting for every bit of control.