Danti ( Anti Septiplier ) - One Shots

Antiseptiplier One Shot - 8

"Bar Fight"

Anti walked down the dimly lit street, his green pupils glowing in the night. "Raining, as always in England, it just had to rain tonight," Anti spoke softly as his boots squished with water. He was on his way to the bar he saw when he and Jack rode in a cab to their hotel room. Jack was asleep when Anti snuck out, wanting to get some alcohol in his system. Even though it doesn't affect him, Anti still liked the taste. "Should be just around this corner," Anti mumbled, turning the street corner and coming face to face with a drunken brute. "Get out of..of my way!" The drunk said, screaming at him as he stumbled. Rolling his eyes, Anti just walked past the brute and opened the door to the bar. A small bell went off as the door closed, signifying that there was a customer. Many of the people turned their heads to look at him. Anti bent his head down, making sure his hood kept his eyes out of sight. He didn't want anyone thinking of him as off. "What would ya like?" The bartender asked calmly. "I'll have a cinnamon whiskey please," Anti ordered, remembering the first time he tried the drink. "Ah, comin' right up. So, new around here?" The tender asked, picking up a glass from the shelf and opening the whiskey bottle. As he poured, Anti just ignored him. "Not much of a talker are ya?" The tender asked, pushing the drink over to Anti. "Nope," Anti said with a sigh as he looked at the drink. "If ya don't mind me askin', how old are you?" The tender asked, giving a questionable look. "Twenty-six, why?" Anti said, surprising the bartender with words. The tender only nodded, now knowing that Anti was old enough.

* Little Time Later *

Anti's POV.
As I drank my fifth glass of cinnamon whiskey, I heard a loud crash from the back of the bar. "I don't give a shit what you think of me!" A drunk yelled, throwing an empty beer bottle at a waitress. "Sir, please calm down!" The waitress said, trying to calm the drunk down. All I did was chuckle as the man began to yell more at her. "What are you laughing at?!" The man yelled, stalking over to me. "Now Mike, settle down or I'll kick you out." The tender said sternly. "No, I won't. What are you...laughing at?!" The man named Mike yelled, grabbing me by my hoodie. I continued to laugh, showing my sharp teeth. "What? A demon's gotta laugh once in while." I said, seeming to freak out the drunk. Suddenly, I stopped laughing and punched him in the face, causing him to let go of me. Many of the men stood up in the bar, running at me with whatever weapon they could get. Soon, I knocked out anyone who dared test me. All that was left was a few of the women and waitresses, looking at me in either shock or surprise. "Wow, how in the world did you do that?" The waitress the drunk yelled at asked, giving me a smile. I shook my head lightly and wiped a few drops of blood from my face with my hand.

No One's POV.
Anti seated himself again and ordered another cinnamon whiskey. After downing that, the waitress came over and sat next to him. "Thank you, for doing that." She said, ordering a glass of water. "So, if you wouldn't mind me asking, are you single?" She asked Anti, touching his right arm. He pulled his arm from her touch, not liking the feeling. "Sorry miss, I'm not really looking right now," Anti said, checking his hood and bringing it down to cover his face more. "Oh come on~ You're saying that my knight in shining armor doesn't want a reward?" She asked, talking in a slutty voice as she tried wrapping herself around him. "No thank you. Now leave me alone." Anti said as he pushed her off of him and the bar seat she was sitting on. "Ow, what the hell? You gay or something?" She asked angerly as she lifted herself from the floor. "No, well bi, but can't sweetheart," Anti said with a smirk. "And why not? Got a boyfriend?" She asked, re-sitting herself on the chair next to Anti. "Nope, although I got my eye on someone else." He said, pushing his glass back to the tender to refill it. "That's been your tenth glass, how are you not drunk already? Or at least tipsy?" She asked him with a shocked look as Anti had just drank one-third of the glass. "There are things about me that would make you run," Anti mumbled, taking another sip. "Like what? I think I can handle being rough in bed. He chuckled and glanced at her with a grin. "Listen, lady, that's not what I meant. If I were you, I would take the warning and leave me alone before someone gets hurt." Anti threatened, looking up at her and showing his green pupils, sharp teeth shown through a grin, and cold pale skin. Her face turned to horror as she slowly slid off the seat next to him and went back to work. Laughing lightly, Anti put his head back down and took the last sip of his drink. "Want another one?" The tender asked as he was about to grab the glass. Anti held up his hand as a signal for him not to and just leave it. "What the hell happened in here?" A person asked as they came into the bar and looked at the several people on the floor. Anti recognized the voice and turned his head slightly to see who spoke. Dark walked around and over the knocked out people, stepping not so carefully. Saying nothing, Anti turned back to the bartender. He held up his index finger and spun it slightly, signaling that he wanted another refill now. "Alright, another cinnamon whiskey coming right up." The tender said, pulling out the third bottle, opening it, and filling the glass up again. Dark looked at the hooded person at the bar before sitting next to him. Before Anti could grab his glass, Dark took it and took a sip. Coughing a little from the spicy drink, Dark set it back down on the bar. The tender seemed to look between the two before slowly backing away from the bar. "I don't know how you even stand this stuff," Dark said, coughing again. "Heh, just like Mark I see?" Anti asked, smiling as he turned in his seat to face him. "So, Jack dragged you along with him too, huh?" Dark asked, pushing the drink back over to Anti. "Yep, guessing the same thing with Mark?" Anti asked, picking up the glass and taking a small sip before sighing. "Yeah, looks like the rain isn't gonna stop for a while," Dark said as he looked out the front bay window of the bar. "Just great. So, what are you doing here? I thought Mark would've kept you inside for a night." Anti said with a grin as he took another sip of the beverage. "Nah, at first, he wouldn't let me leave but, kinda got him to by force," Dark said, motioning for the bartender to come over. "Wh-what would you like sir?" The tender asked with a stutter as he looked at Dark's also sharp teeth, red pupils, and sickening grin. "Relax, I won't kill ya if, you get me a bottle of Black Heart rum," Dark said as he looked at the frightened bartender. Nodding quickly, the bartender hurried to grab a cold bottle of the precise liquor. He gently pushed it over to Dark and walked over to the waitress from before. "Rum huh? What are ya, a pirate?" Anti asked jokingly as he pulled down his hood. "Hey, at least it doesn't burn your throat," Dark said to Anti as he opened the bottle. "Pff, well that just means I can handle stronger liquor than you." Anti gloated and took a big mouthful of the cinnamon filled whiskey.