Mullette Fanfic

1 - Bars and Numbers

Lafayette POV:

I walked into my apartment. Somehow in the short time I've lived here, I already managed to completely wreck the place. It was very messy and for the small space it looked like absolute shit.

I groaned, flopping onto my bed. "L'Amérique est tellement ennuyeuse, que font les gens ici.." I mumbled to myself. I sat up, looking around. What to do.. I crawl off of my bed, falling onto the floor in the process. I stand up, dust myself off. I thought for a moment and then like any sane person decided to go to a bar to pass the time. Very normal. This is what Americans do right? Or is that the south? Whatever.

I put on a tee-shirt with a French flag on it and some grey jeans, along with a random pair of sneakers. A very thought out outfit. I pulled out my phone, quickly typing 'bars' into the search of maps. After I found one, I walked out and headed to it.

After twenty minutes or so of walking I found the place. I walked in, the strong scent of alcohol immediately raking my nose. I sit down at a stool.

The bartender looks at me, "what do you want?" he asks distractly.

"Uh, whiskey on the rocks." I respond. The bartender nods and pours the drink. I glance around.

In the corner of my vision I see someone looking at me. I turn to make eye contact with someone, a handsome, tall man looks back at me for a second before quickly adverting his gaze. I pause, looking at him a moment longer until the sound of my glass being sat on the table in front of my got my attention.

"Merci." I say before taking a sip of the whiskey. I go back to looking around. I attempted to ignore the pretty boy as he looked at me a few more times.

After a while I was about finished with my whiskey when the bartender slid another towards me. I blink, "monsieur, I-"

I was cut off before I could finish my statement, "Save it. Courtesy of a Hercules." The bartender said, turning away to ask another about a refill.

I blinked, Hercules? I was confused until I saw the guy before looking at me.'OH- I almost choked on the drink as I realized. My face flushed red, at this point I wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol or the flutter in my chest that caused it.

I quietly drank the alcohol as I tried not to make eye contact with the apparent 'Hercules'. Is he into me? He's hot. Shit, don't think like that. Idiot. Why'd he buy me a drink? He has to be into me, he keeps looking at me- I was too focused on overthinking the scenario I was in to notice the boy coming to sit beside me.

"Hey." A voice said, breaking into my thoughts.

I looked up from my drink to see him. I jump like a startled baguette. "Ah- uh, bonjour- I mean, shit, hello." I stammered. What the hell was that!? I curse to myself.

He chuckles, "So.. what's your name? I'm Hercules. Hercules Mulligan." The guy says. So he did buy the drink.

"I'm Marquis de Lafayette, most people just call me Lafayette, or Laf- you can call me anything." I respond nervously.

"Okay then Lafayette." Hercules says, he looks at the drink in my hand, "enjoying it?"

"Y-yeah, it's very good." I take a sip of my drink, awkwardly looking away.

An awkward silence filled the air between the two of them. "Sooo.." Hercules said slowly, "you come here often?" He asked.

"Oh, uh, no. It's uh, nice though, good erm- drinks." I mumble.

"Yeah, I like it a lot." Hercules responded, tapping his fingers on the table. "So, uh.. if you didn't mind.. I was wondering if you could give me your number?"

I felt heat rise to my cheeks, "oh uh.. I don't mind. I can uh, but it in your phone if you want."

Hercules smiled, "great!" He pulled out his phone from his pocket, unlocking it, before handing it to me. I quickly typed my number into his phone, "there."

"Thanks, I'll uh.. text you later.." He said.

I nodded, "okay." I am so fucking gay.

I look at my drink and notice I've already finished it. Hercules notices, "oh, if you want I can get you another..?" He offered. I shook my head, "no, I should be going anyways." I stood up from the bar stool.

Hercules blinked, "oh, well.. it was a pleasure meeting you." He mumbled. I cleared my throat, "It really was. Oh, and uh, thanks for the drink by the way, again." I chuckled, scratching the back of my neck nervously. "No problem. See you soon?" Hercules responsed. I nodded, "soon.." with one last glance at him I turned and left the bar.

I was mentally screaming at myself as I walked home. Struggling a bit to walk straight and not tobble over like a drunkard. Holy shit, no way that just happened. Oh my- calm down Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette. Do NOT swoon over a guy you just met.

I walked for about ten minutes until I realized something. I didn't pay for the drink I did buy. Oh well. Hope that doesn't come back and mess something up.

(( Hey- Ash, *the author, here! Tysm for reading- I hope this was lengthy enough, word wise- ))