Hey, Bartender (BoyxBoy)

Pour 'Em Hot Tonight

Sehun waltzed into the bar like he knew exactly what he was doing. Truth was, he didn't know what he was doing. He just wanted to forget. He wanted to numb his memory. If that asshole thought he'd burned Sehun, then he had another thing coming. Sehun was just fine without him and he'd let the world know it, too!

He had put on his best skinny jeans and a too-tight white shirt and rimmed his eyes in black kohl. His blonde hair was carefully styled into a slick coif.

It was mostly dark inside, the lights all dimmed and the neon glow shining brightly. Music was bumping from all corners of the place. Cigarette smoke hung so thick in the air that you could practically cut through it with a knife.

"Hey, bartender!" Sehun shouted to no one in particular as he grabbed a stool and took a seat at the bar.

Within seconds, a tanned, tatted, and muscular hunk of a man was before him, clad in a white V-neck and a beat up leather vest and – curse the damn bar top – Sehun couldn't see what he was wearing on the bottom.

"What can I get you?" The man said in a low voice. If Sehun weren't so pissed off at how his entire day had gone, he'd say the man nearly took his breath away.

Sehun let out a huff. "What I really need is a double shot of Crown."

The man smirked as he grabbed a glass from behind the bar. "Sounds like you're trying to forget something." He stared Sehun down as he poured the amber liquid into the glass.

"More like someone." Sehun took the glass gratefully. He tilted his head back and swallowed it down. "Another, please. I'm on a mission."

"As you wish," The bartender chuckled.

Sehun eyed the man as he effortlessly moved about behind the bar, grabbing bottles of liquor, beer, and whatever other sort of alcohol that the patrons around him requested. Thick, black tribal tattoos snaked their way up the man's arms and into his shirt where Sehun only wished that the sinful piece of material would disappear, so that he could see where the dark lines ended.

Almost as if he could sense Sehun's eyes on him, the man turned his attention back to the out-of-place blonde sitting at his bar. "Another shot?" He asked. "Or maybe two?"

Sehun's cheeks flushed, whether from the alcohol or the bartender's attention, he wasn't sure. "Keep 'em coming. I don't want to remember anything tomorrow," Sehun mumbled.

"You must've had a pretty shit day." It was more of a statement, but it sounded almost like a question. Sehun looked up at the man and gave a faint nod of his head.

"Bad breakup." Sehun scoffed at himself. "More like the entire relationship was bad. Cheating bastard..." Sehun muttered through clenched teeth.

"Yikes. That definitely calls for a triple shot. This one's on me." The man slid a glass across the bar and Sehun accepted graciously.

"You know, I might just be a bartender, but I'm a hell of a listener if you need to talk to someone."

Sehun sighed. "I just don't get it. Why do people cheat? I mean, am I not enough?"

The bartender shrugged. "You look like quite a catch to me. That guy must be kicking himself right now."

Sehun smiled once he realized the man had been complimenting him. "Th-thanks."

The man smiled and nodded his head.

"Have you ever cheated on anyone?" Sehun asked after his fourth glass of Crown.

"No, I'm glad to say I've never had the need to. Any man would be a fool to cheat."