"You call this a bar?" Frank said, cringing slightly at the pulsating lights and thumping music, so loud that he could feel the bass in his chest.
James chuckled. "Okay, I might've fibbed a bit. But bars have drinks, and theres a little bar over there, so it's kind of like a bar?"
Frank looked over at the "bar" and sighed. All he wanted was to have a bit of whiskey on ice, in peace.
Instead, he had to deal with loud remixes of popular songs blaring in his ear. He even doubted that they had whiskey.
"Well go! Socialize, for once. Not everyone here wants it in their ass, you know." James said to him, hitting his back.
Frank flashed him a tight smile and started walking towards the bar. He kept getting glances, which made him incredibly uncomfortable, so he tried to ignore him to his best ability.
When he sat down on one of the leather barstools, he looked around to see if there was any bartenders mixing drinks or cleaning cups. Instead, the only people he saw was an electrician in the back room and two men making out on the farther end on the counter.
He tapped his fingers on the counter and pulled out his phone, checking to see if enough time had passed so he could ask James to go home.
Unfortunately, it had only been 5 minutes since they arrived.
Flinging his head back and moaning loudly, he almost fell completely back when he looked back at the bar area again and saw a man pop out from beneath the counter and ask "Can I help you?"
He checked out the man quickly. Dark hair, slightly damp with what he assumed was sweat. Greenish-yellow eyes, slightly hunched posture, and a sharp nose.
"Are you deaf? I asked if you wanted anything?" The man repeated, resting his chin on his hand. Franks eyes quickly flicked from the man's eyes his backside, then back.
"Oh uh yeah sorry, do you guys have whisky?"
He smiled. "That's a question I don't get asked often, but yes we do. We got the usual Jameson, Glenlivet Scotch, and I think we have Jim Bean. What do you prefer?"
"What do you suggest?"
"Well, how bout some scotch? I just had some last night, and it was pretty damn good."
Frank nodded and bit his lip. "Yeah sure, gimme a cup of that. On ice, thanks."
The man tapped the counter lightly and got up, stretching. Frank's eyes turned to look at the board of employees and found his bartender, Gerard.
He watched Gerard's hands as he twisted open the bottle and poured it into the glass. A drop bounced out of the cup onto the counter, and Gerard took his finger and wiped it off, sticking it into his mouth.
As he pulled it out slowly, he looked at Frank, who blushed and quickly moved his eyes to the cup.
Gerard whipped up a napkin and served the glass to Frank, hand-to-hand.
Frank quickly took it and blinked when he felt Gerard's hand. "Thanks."
He put it into his mouth, taking a big gulp. Gerard put back the bottle and spoke up once again.
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Fanfiction"Hi, I'm Gerard. You don't look like you want to be here." Frank smiled into his glass. "What makes you so sure?"
