Baby x Ballora One-shots

Bar Buddies (smut whoa)

[MAJOR WARNING: There is some serious smut in here.  I would recommend a skip for this chapter entirely if you are uncomfortable with very obvious sexual themes.]

But aside from that, if you do in fact like some spicy gays, I hope you enjoy~

Ballora let out a long sigh as she sat down in the bar. Freddy had yelled at her earlier, another one of his drunken outbursts that she had to deal with all too often. She took a sip of her whiskey, the burning sensation slipping down her throat took her aback but she swallowed regardless. Ballora barely ever drank, let alone as much as she had tonight. But she was just finished trying not to drink too much at that point.

The front door's bells chimed, indicating that someone had entered the bar, but Ballora disregarded the jingles, lowering her head in angst as she was beginning to feel the alcohol purse through her. She concluded right then and there that she would have one hell of a hang-over in the morning. The stool next to her creaked, telling her that someone had sat down next to her. Ballora stopped in her sulking, glancing over to see a short redhead sitting neatly at the counter, her gloved hands intertwined and placed gently on the bar. She pointed a finger gun at the bartender as he was cleaning a wine glass.  "Trap, my man," the redhead greeted warmly, the man giving her a glare, "I'll have a Bloody Mary tonight." The woman requested, the man behind the bar gave a gentle nod and turned, preparing the drink requested. Ballora rubbed her temple, a tiny headache beginning to bother her, so much so that she didn't notice the redhead sitting next to her looking her up and down. "Hey beautiful,"

Ballora paused abruptly in the rubbing and glanced at the person sitting next to her. "Um, hello." Ballora replied, her voice straining, giving warning to not attempt anything. But it didn't work, the redhead scooting her chair a little closer, "What's a pretty thing like yourself doing in a place like this?" The younger woman questioned, the redhead's tone seductive. Ballora moved her chair ever so slightly away, "Just trying to relax, I guess." The older woman replied.  The redhead rested her head gently on her hand, fully facing Ballora for a few moments longer before she gave the older woman a soft hum, "Baby," The redhead suddenly told her.

"E-Excuse me?" Ballora asked, her discomfort only becoming more visible. The younger woman caught onto the discomfort, "Oh, no, no, that's just my name." The redhead corrected, her face beginning to feeling warm. Ballora stared at the younger woman for a while longer, her lips thinned in a line before she responded, "Ballora." Said woman replied. 'Baby's lips curved into a soft grin, "That's pretty, it fits you." The redhead complemented warmly.  The bartender gave the drink requested earlier to the woman that asked and Baby gave him a nod and murmured her thanks.

"Thank you," Ballora murmured after Baby's drink had arrived, "I think Baby is an interesting name to go by as well." The redhead took a swig of her drink before setting it back down on the coaster, Baby licking her lips before staring back at Ballora. The redhead gave the older woman a gentle smile, "My mother always calls me that, so it just stuck with me." The redhead responded. Ballora felt a grin creep on her lips, "It's cute." The woman replied. Ballora hadn't realized she even spoke the words until she saw the look on the redhead's face.

Shit. Now this girl would think she was into her. Baby only responded with a sly smile and took another sip of her drink, her movements confident. The redhead held her drink in her hands and swung her legs around, stepping off her stool. "Wanna come and sit on the couch with me?" Ballora locked eyes with the redhead for a long while, blinking slowly, "Yes..." The older woman hesitantly answered.

Baby took another big gulp of the pure whiskey that stood in her tall glass, her mind being drained away as well as her worries.  "You're into toys, right?" The redhead mumbled, her voice incredibly slurred as she asked the older woman that sat next to her. Ballora took a swig of her drink as well, her vision beginning to become blurry, "Who d-doesn't?" The ballerina's reply was cut off by a soft hiccup. Baby raised her glass in the air, "AAAAAAEEEE-" the redhead hiccuped sharply, "SEXUALS." Baby slammed her glass on the table, people beginning to stare as the redhead caused a commotion. Ballora drunkenly laughed, "True that." The older woman replied, gulping down the last of her drink. They were silent for a little while until Baby spoke up again, "So... like," the redhead let out a bubbly giggle, "I'm sure you get some mad pussy with that body, like damn girl." Baby's sentence was pulled to some halts as she softly hiccuped from time to time.