Joshler Oneshots

Daniel

Description: I'm a waiter at this wedding and you're a drunk guest who will not stop hitting on me please I'm trying to work no I can't dance with you omg let me find you some water. (From Tumblr)

I speed urgently down the road towards the hotel I work at. Kayla (one of my co-workers) just began throwing up at work and my boss was desperate for a fill in. So desperate, he's paying me time and a half to get there as soon as possible. I huff out in relief as I pull into the familiar parking lot. Before I leave, I throw my black tie around my neck, tightening it. I climb out of the car and stand up to inspect the rest of my outfit which, I pulled out of the dirty clothes bin and just threw on in a rush. The black dress pants, black dress shirt, and black vest are slightly wrinkly but I am presentable. Before I shut the car door, I dig some cologne from the cluttered backseat and spray it generously.

As soon as I enter the building I am thrown right into the action. Dinner had already been served earlier which, I am thankful for. Sit down dinners are (to put it plainly) a pain in the ass. Right now our task is to hand out a glass of champagne to each guest for a toast. Therefore, I grip the tray filled with fragile glasses, carrying them towards my section. I have two tables to be responsible for. The first table is quiet and sweet older people although, the other table definitely isn't.

All the other guests that are assigned to this table must be occupied by the dance floor because there is only one man sitting there when I head over. The mystery man has brown fluffy hair and olive skin. His huge brown eyes were distracted by his cell phone screen. The man wore a plain grey suit with a navy blue shirt and a bow tie with an interesting blue and gray pattern decorating it. Sitting in front of him is several empty drink glasses and one that still had some left in it. The man didn't show any signs of noticing me so I just did as instructed and stuck a full glass in front of every chair.

I am almost done however, when I slide a glass in front of his chair he looks up from his phone, meeting my gaze. Accompanying his gaze is a huge toothy grin that I have to admit is extremely adorable. I smile back softly, sitting the final glass down. As I do so I can feel his gaze still on me making nerves spread to my finger tips. Before I get more worked up I try to walk away however, his words keep me stuck to that damn table.

"Wait Daniel you're cute." he says confidently taking a sip of the champagne he isn't supposed to be drinking yet. I look at him with unmistakeable confusion until I remember I'm wearing a friends spare name tag because I forgot mine. "Oh thanks" I stammer awkwardly before I continue. "My name isn't Daniel though it's Josh" I say flashing him a forced smile, continuing to clear things off the table as I speak. If I'm going to be stuck here talking to this drunk man I should be doing some sort of work. "But your tag thingy says Daniel" he points out a matter-a-factly, pointing the the piece of plastic attached to my work uniform.

"I know but I'm just borrowing this one because I forgot mine." I insist, picking up his many empty glasses from in front of him. When I lean over to reach them he grips the fabric of my dress shirt, bringing it to his nose and sniffing it. I find the gesture odd but being around drunk people at weddings quite frequently, I don't let it stop me. "Mhm baby you smell so nice" he obviously flirts or is attempting to in his current position. Before I have the chance to respond the DJ cuts the music, announcing its time for the room to toast the bride and groom. Employees aren't supposed to be there during times like this so I abandon the cute man and go into the back.

When I return about half an hour later the party is back in full swing. There was very few people not on the dance floor. Even the mystery man is out there dancing quite terribly and dorky. I can not help but crack a smile watching him. He must have seen me looking at him because he stumbles his way over to me before practically falling into my arms. "Daniel let's dance. Come on." He pouts at me grabbing my hands in his and trying to lead me onto the dance floor.

Ignoring his inability to remember my actual name, I respond kindly sliding my hands out of his. "I can't do that I work here. I could get in a lot of trouble." I urge beginning to back away slowly but the persistent man isn't going to let me get away that easily apparently. "Wait let's go back to the table then because I feel kind dizzy." he says with wide eyes. Nervously I lace his delicate fingers on my own, weaving through the crowds of people, and sitting him back down in his seat. "Alright I'm going to get you water I will be right back. Stay here." I say sternly. After receiving a nod of understanding I rush into the back and get a cold glass of ice water. Returning less then five minutes later to the man finishing the rest of his glass of champagne from earlier. I remove the glass from his hands and replace it with the water glass. "There try that. It will make you feel better." I promise still standing beside the man's chair. He drinks it speedily, grabbing my hand after it is empty. He lays my hand flat so my palm is facing up before he sits the glass right into my hand. I assume he is pleased with himself when he smiles up at me. "Thank you. Would you like anything else." I say attempting to drift back to a professional manner.

"Yeah. I want to know what time you get off." he says shyly, covering his face with his hands. The intoxicated man, managing to melt my heart due to the fact he is clearly flustered. "I get off whenever this is over and we finish cleaning it up" I inform honestly. Scanning the room, I notice that it is beginning to die down. Which is a good thing because the wedding is scheduled to end in half an hour. It's always nice when everyone just leaves without having to be forced out.

Looking to me excitedly he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a room key. Putting it between two fingers he extends his small arm towards me. "Here come to my room when you get off so we can fuck. You can have that one I have two more." he bluntly states looking down at his lap afterwards, attempting to hide his blush. His words definitely left me speechless. If I am being honest I would love to. But first, this is my job and although there's no specific rule against it I'm sure my manager will not be happy if he finds out. Second, he is way past the point of consent. Therefore, there is no way it is happening. At least not tonight.

He seems so excited though I didn't have the heart to deny him. So, I finally took a seat next to him. Lifting the fabric adorning his arms up, I pull a marker out of my pocket and begin scribbling along the man's exposed flesh. "I'm sorry I can not do that tonight because you're much to intoxicated to make that decision. But if you still want to do that tomorrow you can text me and we can go out on a date. After a date we will see." I promise scribbling out my phone number along his arm.

Daniel aka Josh
388-4420

After protesting for some time he sighs in defeat. Laying his disheveled hair against the satin table cloth, he mutters a quiet agreement. I pull his sleeve back down before I begin to step away. The thought of starting to clean up this huge mess on my mind. However, the man had one last thing to say. "Cutie I forgot to tell you my name is Tyler. Remember that name because it's gonna be texting you tomorrow." he wiggles excitedly out of his chair before exiting out of the ballroom. I assume he is disappearing to his room. Similarly, to the other guests at this point in the evening. Trying to distract my thoughts from the beautiful burnet, I begin to clean up this the aftermath of the evening. There is no doubt I will be here for another hour. But all the hours until my exhausted body hit the pillow were spent wondering if he will actually text me. I really hope he will.

A/N
Wow this isn't smut and it's from Josh's pov. I'm changing it all up tonight. Maybe a part two?