Evan Peters Drabbles

Out of Place (Evan Peters x OFC)

He walked into the bar feeling completely out of his comfort zone. Evan wasn't one of those typical young folk that loved to go out, get drunk, & party the night away. He was more of a simple guy, the kind that would much rather spend his lonely nights at home curled up with a good book & his dog; however, his friends were always egging him to go out & get off his couch. He usually didn't give them a second thought, but he figured if going out just this once would get his friends to shut up & let him go back to his nights at home, he'd just have to endure.

As he made his way inside, his uneasiness immediately began to increase. There were so many people bumping & grinding against each other, most of which were crashing into him. He wasn't claustrophobic but he definitely didn't enjoy getting pushed around by a bunch of wasted strangers.

He had only just entered the joint & Evan was already ready to hightail the hell out of there. His friends refused to take no as an answer & helped him eventually get through the large crowd. Evan immediately looked for an empty seat that was a fair distance away from the other patrons in the hopes that it would prevent him from being noticed. Sadly, the only open seat was right at the bar, which would most likely put him in the center of all the attention. He sighed to himself & walked over to his only companion for the night.

Evan wasn't really a drinker either. Sure, he had the occasional beer like anyone else, but he rarely went for a second. Likewise, he didn't get fancy with his drinks either. No fruity cocktails or Jell-o shots; he just enjoyed a normal beer.

As he sat there, he scoped out the bartenders. There were six in total, all of which were women. Of the six, five of them were definitely skilled in the flirting department. They were eagerly chatting up the customers, flaunting their cleavage & other assets, but none of them were actually mending & making the drinks. Even so, all the tips seemed to be flying their way.

The person that really caught Evan's eye was the sixth bartender. Unlike her coworkers, she was dressed plainly in what appeared to be the bar's uniform. She had an apron tied around her waist in an attempt to hide her body. She didn't seem to be as confident as the other bartenders. Her eyes were cast downwards & away from the patrons & she didn't indulge in conversation with any of them. She had short black hair that was put up in a messy ponytail & from what he could tell, no make up. She looked about as uncomfortable as he was, if not more. Her awkwardness was striking to him, maybe because of the fact that he found it completely relatable, or maybe because he was always a sucker for a down to earth girl.

What really struck Evan though was her quickness & skill at making drinks. She was fast to say the least. She whipped up drinks before the customers were even done ordering. Yet, nobody seemed to notice. She would slide the drinks to the bartenders & they would serve them, essentially taking all the credit. This really upset Evan. One of his biggest pet peeves was when someone took credit for someone else's work & even though making a drink doesn't seem like a big deal, it did when she received none of the tips the other bartenders were. In addition, the other bartenders were rude to her. They completely ignored her & when they did notice her, it was only to give her a dirty look or tell her something nasty. Evan was so infuriated by this entire staff that he didn't even notice the talented bartender walk over to him.

"I'm so sorry you haven't been served yet. What can I get you?" he blinked. He finally got a good look at her & wow, was he glad he did. Her eyes were a gorgeous honey color, one he had never seen before in his entire life. She wore a shy & hesitant smile, the kind that hid her teeth but took a lot of effort. Her eyes had the heaviest dark circles, ones that reminded him of his own huge bags. She was so...fragile, yet so striking.

"I'll just have a beer, thank you," before he even finished his sentence, a tall, cool glass of beer was right in front of him.

She offered another small smile, "Can I get you anything else? Maybe something to eat?"