MLB Imagines (requests closed)

Cole Hamels

(Y/N) sighs as they start setting up the bar for tonight. They knew that if the Rangers beat the Blue Jays tonight, there would be a big ruckus in the bar. A good one.

(Y/N) looked to the HDTV, where they showed a close-up of Cole Hamels.

(Y/N) really liked Cole Hamels; he was one of their favorite pitchers. Hamels, they thought, had a wicked throw that no one else had.

"(Y/N)!" Their co-worker, Kathryn, called. "Quit dillydallying...oh, is it Cole Hamels again?"

"He's my inspiration." (Y/N) smiles. "I mean, I'd do anything to be like him."

"Well, it looks like they'll be coming in tonight." Kathryn points to the TV. "Check the score."

The score read 7-4, Rangers.

Jose Bautista came up to bat.

"Stupid bastard." (Y/N) remarked. "Strike him out, Cole."

"Alright, (Y/N)." Kathryn patted (Y/N)'s shoulder. "Get to cleaning the bar, will ya?"

"Yes, ma'am." (Y/N) nodded, and started to wipe down the counter.

ninth inning

(Y/N) noticed a customer, and walked over to them.

"Hello, and welcome to Harbor Palace, may can I help you?"

"Yeah." The person looks at (Y/N), "I'd like some Bourbon, to drink away my pain."

"Pain for what?" Tyson wondered.

"Why, wouldn't you look at the damn score!" The man slammed his fist on the bar.

(Y/N) looked at the TV again, and the game had just ended, with the Rangers winning 10-4.

"Looks like it's a bad night to be a Blue Jays fan." (Y/N) smirked.

"Fuck this." The man shoved himself out of his seat, and angrily stomped out.

(Y/N) shook their head and laughed. They loved customers like this, customers that showed off and got angry randomly.

After 15 minutes of waiting, (Y/N) heard hollering and whooping.

They looked to see the whole Texas Rangers team coming in. (Y/N) was so excited, they couldn't contain it.

They saw as players like Rougned Odor, Nomar Mazara, and Prince Fielder walked in.

"Hey, hey!" Prince sat at a seat. "Can you please get me a whiskey on the rocks? Thanks."

(Y/N) did as they were told, and got Fielder a whiskey as requested.

Ian Desmond walked up, and pointed at something.

"Can I get a Redd's Apple Ale?"

(Y/N) nods, and grabs the cup to put the draft beer in.

But as they started filling the cup, Cole Hamels walked in.

(Y/N) stood in awe as Hamels walked up.

"Uh, hey, you're overflowing the beer." Cole smiles.

(Y/N) looks to-shit! The beer was overflowing!

(Y/N) shrugged and dumped the cup.

Instead of getting mad, Desmond just laughed it off.

"Hey, no worries. Cole is an attractive man."

"Whoa!" Cole lightly smacks Ian's arm. "I may not be ready to date just yet..." he looked to (Y/N), "but hey, if you'd let me, I think we could be great friends."

"I'd like that." (Y/N) smiles. "I'd like that a lot."

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