work was stressful, friends are stressful and you've got a long week to yourself. everything's been driving you crazy and you needed a vice to drown your sorrows out.
as you entered the pub, the sounds of men being loud and rowdy, the dance floor slightly packed with people. you walked through the crowd, finding your way as you made sure not to brush past them, making your way to the bar. you took a seat at an empty stool as you held your purse, thinking about what you wanted to drink.
You were dressed in a simple dark green square neck, sexy split; crossed wrap, long sleeve Y2K casual body-con dress with a pair of black pointed toe heels. You had small stud earrings and a simple necklace. your makeup was done light as you scratched your eye. You pulled out a small mirror and looked into it. You checked if your eyeliner had been ruined.
You looked over to the bartender, a male, early thirties or so he appeared; with eyes as cold as steel, he made drinks for his patrons.
You waited for your turn, browsing the drinks menu. You already knew what you wanted.
"two shots of tequila, please?" you ordered, politely, looking up from the drinks menu to him. you pulled out your card and placed it down towards him.
Simon grabbed a bottle of tequila from the shelf behind him and poured two shots of tequila into a glass for you. Simon set the glass onto the counter in front of you and placed the bottle of tequila onto the counter. "You don't seem like the tequila type." He commented.
"What do I seem like?" You asked, slightly interested in his guess, leaning forward and placing your chin in your palm. "Like a sweet-tasting wine type." He responded, watching you down the shot like a regular drink.
You swallowed the bitter alcohol with a slight scrunch of your nose. "I don't like wine." You shook your head. "A beer lady, then?" He guessed again, wiping the counter to keep himself busy. "I like beer." You admitted.
You liked a good tasting beer with no sourness. "not surprised." He paused, glancing down at the card that you placed onto the counter. "Using a card for two shots?" He questioned, raising his brow, his eyes now on you. "How do you know I wasn't going to order more?" He hummed, scratching his stubble. "You don't seem like the type." He commented, again.
"Think you can read me well?" You challenged, even if you might regret it later. now, you're growing interested in talking to him.
"I assume you're out here because you're in need of a stress reliever." His eyes stayed focused on you. he watched you with a cold and neutral stare. words falling from his lips as you engaged in a conversation with him. "yeah." You admitted, nonchalantly. "I assume you're not here to forget." He paused, eyes wandering behind the bar. "you're dressed too nicely for the average girl at about bar."
You shrugged at that. "I just wanted to look pretty and have a few drinks." You cupped your face, looking over at him.
"you look nice....don't get me wrong." He spoke, eyes flickering over your outfit, quickly, glancing back at you. "You could have all the men you want. I'm surprised you're sitting here, alone." You shook your head at his comment. "not looking for a man, right now." You dismissed even the thought of it.
Simon raised a brow, pausing at your response. "Not the type to hook-up?" You downed your second shot, ordering a burger to go with your drinks. "No, I can't give myself to someone unless I really trust them." You replied, truthfully.
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PARAGON: SGR | Imagines
Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED]. A collection of Simon "Ghost" Riley Imagines. I had ideas and I wanted to write it out because it was too good to keep to myself. At least, I thought so. Some imagines are short. Some take long. I don't have an update schedule. ...
