Patrick Stump Imagines

48 - Bars

If there is something you wanted to improve...it would be your patience. Patrick just leapt from his seat to find something that goes well with the alcoholic drinks you've ordered.

It's kinda unsettling that priapic monsters are found in bars like this.

"So what'cha say?" The guy said, placing his hand on your knee. Your eyes roamed on the table as your tongue ran on your teeth.

Toothpicks. Great.

As you pretend to find something on your teeth, you took one. You smirked at him as you were trying to move as if you're about to clean the foreign object between your teeth.

"What I could say?" You said softly. "Back off, you pervert bastard! I am fucking married!" You shouted, pricking the back of his hand with the toothpick as you prick him anywhere you can.

When he moved away, you stood up, grabbed one of the glasses and splashed its contents to him. The second glass receives no mercy as the contents were poured on him. As rage ran into your veins, you took the lemons from the table and squeezed it on his face, making him groan in pain.

"Hey bartender!" You called. A bartender looks at your direction, "Charge everything in his tab! We're going out of this bar!" You snapped, throwing the squeezed body of the lemon to him.

The moment you dashed out of the toxicating place, someone grabbed your arm. Thinking it was the bartender, you were about to erupt as you faced him.

But instead, it was your husband, Patrick. Your tensed body relaxed as you saw him smiling at you.

"I'm taking the couch tonight." You said.

"Why?" He asks, a smile plastering on his lips.

"I guess you're mad at me."

"Do you think so?" He asked, raising a brow. You nod at him, looking at the ground.

"Well, I was supposed to be mad, when I saw you looking helpless with that motherfucker. But when you started to prick him with a toothpick, I couldn't stop telling the people around me that you're my wife and I am proud of that." He said. "So, please don't be like that. I am not mad or something. All smiles, baby." He said, tipping your chin as he makes you look at him.

"You're really not mad?"

"No, because I know what my girl would do when someone tries to seduce him." He kisses your forehead and wrapped an arm around you. "Why don't we just drink back home? It's more comfortable there than here."

"Alright." You said, slipping an arm on his hips as the two of you walk back to his car.