Shawn Mendes Imagines

Pick Up Line

(A/N you and Shawn are both 22)
I sat at a bar.

Simply because my friend was a bartender.

And she insisted I tried one of their margaritas.

I laughed as she worked around, telling jokes and interacting with drunks. She didn't need the money (her husband is a doctor). But she is a people person. And to be honest this job is hilarious. Suddenly, I saw someone at the corner of my eye sit in the seat next to me. A guy, hot and muscular was sitting and grinning. He wore a simple shirt that tightened around his biceps when he moved, but not enough to make him look like he was wearing a wrong size. His hair sat naturally and his jaw line was sharp. Like I said, hot. He turned turned to another bartender.

"One shot of vodka please," He said. Oh his voice. Kill me now. Maybe I'm just drunk. Wait I haven't even had a drink yet. Or did I and I am seriously drunk now? He then looked back at me and I looked the other way. A little too obvious I was staring at him though.

"What's your name pretty lady?" He asked. I turned my stool towards him.

"Me?" I asked. Trying to pull a innocent 'I was not totally just staring at you cause you make me want to drool more then a 10 year old dog' look.

"Yeah you. What's your name beautiful?" I tried to not let my cheeks flare at his smooth compliments.

"Y/N. You?"

"Mendes, Shawn Mendes," He smirked.

"You are not James Bond so stop trying," I fired.

"You mean Bond, James Bond," He wiggled his eyebrows and I laughed. "Look. I like Lego's. I know you like Lego's. Why don't we build a relationship?" He asked. The cheesy pick line got me. I chuckled.

"No sorry," I declined.

"Oh come on I came up with that line myself!" He defended.

"Are you drunk?"

"No actually I haven't drank yet,"

"Sorry James Bond it isn't working today," I said. The bartender came up with two shots of Vodka.

"Oh shoot I brought two I will go take one ba-" The bartender started and he stopped her.

"It's okay I will take two," He said with a evil grin. He turned to me. "If you drink this faster then me. I will walk away and you will never see me again. But if I win, we ditch this bar and I take you on an amazing date," I had to admit. Half of me wanted a date. Half of me (the smart part) wanted to say I am moving Argentina to raise alpacas and leave.

"Deal," I am really fast at taking drinks. We both grabbed ours.

"1,2,3 go!" Shawn yelled. I dumped the liquid down my throat. Right before I set mines down I heard a bang. Darnit. "Let's go Y/N," He reached out his hand. I smiled. Maybe losing a bet isn't so bad after all.

A/N

I enjoy this one tbh.

I have a weakness for cheesy pick up lines guys.