Spitfire | JTK

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Listen while reading: witchy woman - eagles

Warnings: drinking, swearing, bars, smoking, frat boys, creepy/mean ex-boyfriends, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex, touch of physical violence, sorry if i miss any!!

Music was pounding through the sound system, bouncing off every body that was present on the dance floor. It wasn't particularly good, but you were certain that you could get drunk enough to enjoy it. You'd only been inside the bar for a moment, but somehow your friends had already disappeared into the crowd, leaving no indication on where they could've went. You paid no mind to it, knowing they would show up sooner rather than later. You pushed your way through the crowd to get to the bar, earning some strange looks. When you landed in front of the wooden countertop, you were a bit out of breath and eager to start drinking. The familiar bartender looked to you, giving you a smile.

"Hey, Mike." You greeted.

"Was wondering when I'd see your face back here." He pulled a glass from under the counter.

"Roommates finally let me out of house arrest. Did enough chores to make up for the last time we were here." You joked. He let out a chuckle, shaking his head at you.

"You're gonna get yourself hurt fighting like that." He scolded. The last time you'd been at the bar, you'd gotten in a physical altercation with a frat boy who'd been bothering a girl. You'd never been scared to throw a punch or speak up. Growing up with four brothers really taught you a thing or two about how to fight. Your quick temper seemed to get you into trouble, but thankfully this particular bar staff knew you only got physical if deserved. They didn't care, because they didn't want people like that in their bar any more than you did.

"No faith in me, Mikey?" You asked. He slid a drink towards you. You picked it up, taking a sip. "Jack and coke?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Had to go with your second favourite, apparently that fireball gets you feisty." He grinned.

"I don't think it was the fireball, baby." You confided. "I was actually applying for the bouncer position, anyway. You guys don't seem to want to hire me; figured I just needed to show off my skills."

"If you were the bouncer, I don't think anybody would get through the front doors." He chuckled. "Plus, if we had to pay you to be here, we'd lose out on all our profit." You laughed as you pulled a twenty out of your purse. As you handed it over to him, he waved you off. "First ones on us, we missed you." You shoved it back in your purse, pulling out a ten instead.

"Fine, here's a tip, I missed you too." You left it on the counter, grabbing your glass. "Oh, and put some better music on. I don't want my favourite dive bar turning into a club." He let out another laugh, throwing his head back as he did so.

"Will do, spitfire." He moved on to the next customer as you turned around, losing yourself in the crowd. The boy on the stool next to you stared at the spot you'd been standing moments before, turning his head to watch you weave into the mess of bodies. He turned back to the bartender, who was making his way over to him. "Refill?" He asked the boy, nodding towards his empty glass.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat. Mike pulled down a bottle of whiskey from the display, filling a glass with ice and pouring the liquor atop it. "What's that girls name?" He asked. Mike looked up at him, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.

"The one who was just there?" He nodded his head towards the empty spot beside the boy. He gave a nod. "Y/n," he answered "but if you think you're interested, tread carefully, man. She's something else." The bartender smirked.

"You seem to know her pretty well. Could you put in a good word for me?"

"What's your name, kid?" Mike questioned, placing his drink in front of him and taking his used glass away.