Sweetheart - TyThan Oneshots

Let me buy you a drink

Let me buy you a drink

"Every time I go to the bar I get a free drink but I don't know who bought me one, and now I've caught you in the act."

Ethan put on his black jacket and glasses, preparing him to go outside. He'd better take his ID too, or else people would think he was underage. A lot of the time people thought he was sixteen or something. And if there was a new worker at the bar, they would definitely be confused. He smiled into the mirror. Maybe, just maybe, the hot man was at the bar again.

"The Filled Glass" is a little cliché name. The bar was a little usual and unoriginal too. One bar, multiple stools shoved under it, a few round tables placed here and there and chairs all around them. It was the stereotypical bar, but Ethan liked it. The bartender made sure it was clean and the people behaved. Of course there was always a drunk bastard, feeling up some girls or picking a fight, but Mark, a man who worked there, took "care" of them quickly. Taking care mostly meant kicking them out with force. This usually caused a laugh to fill up the room too since it was a hilarious sight to see the small man kick out some tottering drunk, standing there with his arms crossed and a frown on his usually friendly smiling face.

Then there was the mysterious man, who showed up, drank nothing and left. No one saw him come, no one saw him leave. He just suddenly sat there and when you turned around to look he was gone. He had brown curls and no one saw his eyes. Not because of sunglasses or anything, just because they never had the time to actually progress his face.

"Hey Ethan," the blonde bartender greeted. "Hey Amy." He sat down at the stool, face to face with Amy. "Just found this." Between two of her fingers she held a small piece of paper and some money.

Drink for the blue boy. Keep the change. He chooses.

Ethan smiled. Every time he came here, somebody paid for a drink. One drink, only for "the blue boy". Because it was a letter she found on the corner of the bar, even Amy didn't know who bought his drinks. He turned around on his stool. The mysterious man was disappeared. He scoffed. That was really too bad.

"I'm still so curious who would buy you so much drinks." Amy had her chin in her hands and her elbows on the bar. "I want a secret admirer too," she sighed, her eyes resting on Mark who was dealing with a drunk guy who clearly couldn't even see sharp anymore. Ethan let out a short breathy laugh. "Who says it's an admirer?" Amy punched his arm. "Who else who buy you drinks?" "A nice person, that has too much money on their hands." She smiled. "Keep on dreaming, Eth." Ethan shrugged.

-the next day-

Ethan got ready an hour before time. He looked in the mirror, leaning on the sink, watching his own hazel eyes look back full of determination. Determined to find out who bought him the drinks. He breathed out a laugh. Pretty sad that the most exciting thing in his life was a secret admirer. It was like primary school all over again, where girls would scream when they found out anybody had a crush.

"You're early today," Amy commented while handing him a drink. Ethan smiled. "Yeah. And I'm going to watch everything that happens here." The blonde laughed. "You're like a guard dog." Ethan huffed. "Sure." The door opened, showing a tall shadow. "Hmm, looks like the mystery man is here," Amy smirked when she saw Ethan's gaze sticking to the man.

Ethan looked at the man's face, trying to make eye contact. The weird thing is, his eyes were always on the floor. He didn't make eye contact once. His head was also tilted, making it nearly impossible to see his eyes. He walked past Ethan, sitting down at a table. Within a few seconds Amy was there to take his order. Ethan had to twist his neck to continue watching him. Which he wasn't going to do obviously.

He felt eyes bore into his back, and it wasn't familiar. He turned around – bad move. He made contact with the bluest eyes he had ever seen. The mysterious man looked at the ground shyly, his lips moving as he ordered something. Ethan raised an eyebrow. For someone that hot, he sure wasn't confident. "Thanks," he heard him say.

It wasn't much later that the man stood up and started walking towards the exit. He slammed something on the table, which looked like a little money and some paper. He started smiling stupidly wide, and couldn't stop.

Ethan laid with his back on the floor and feet on the couch. He had a book opened but the text didn't get through his brain. His mind was somewhere else – somewhere with blue eyes and brown curls. He sighed when he noticed he couldn't process one word. He looked at the clock – 7 pm. With a groan he threw his feet of the couch and stood up. If he's so much on my mind, I'd better go see him.

"You're getting here earlier and earlier," Amy commented dryly when he walked into the bar. He shrugged. "So is he," he said, pointing at a familiar head full curls. Amy shrugged too. "As long as he buys drinks, it's fine with me." Ethan smiled, looking down at his clenched hands in his lap. "He is the one that always buys me drinks," he confessed. Amy squealed. "Really? That's so cute! Are you going to take him on a date?" "Amy, we haven't even talked yet." "So you are planning on doing it?" Ethan turned bright red. "N-no."

The man stood up and walked towards the bar, a piece of paper sticking out of his hand. Ethan smirked, grabbing his wrist. "Caught you in the act." The man blushed and looked at his feet. "Yeah," he mumbled softly. Ethan smiled politely, tapping the chair next to him. "Why?" The man still didn't make eye contact. "Just...you looked lonely," he said. "And cute," he quietly added, so quiet Ethan probably wasn't supposed to hear it, yet he did. His smile didn't seem to want to leave.

"I seem lonely? Then why didn't you give me some company?" He ran his finger over the man's arm and saw goose bumps appear. "I-I didn't know you o-or if you wanted t-that..." Ethan found if adorable how shy he was. "I would." The man looked him in the eyes for the first time that day. Immediately Ethan's heart skipped a beat. His eyes seemed even prettier than last time. Then he smiled, an expression Ethan didn't think he would have the honour to witness.

"But now that I am here, let me buy you a drink," he said, the smile still plastered on his lips. Ethan smiled too. "If I can take you out to dinner." "But I will only buy you a drink – that's way cheaper than dinner. Besides, you don't even know my name," he quickly added when Ethan didn't look convinced. "'m Ethan. But, you have been doing this for weeks." The man smiled, accepting the held out hand. "Tyler. Nice to meet you." Ethan pulled him closer by his hand. Tyler blushed at how close they were. "You never accepted the offer." Tyler shook his head. "I guess I have no choice?" "Nope." "In that case..." He handed him a piece of paper which he scrabbled a number on. "Just call me." He quickly pressed their lips together for a moment. "I'll see you later."

Ethan touched his lips, where Tyler's had been for a second but an eternity in his mind. He smiled, wider than he ever had, and he knew the smile wouldn't leave for a while.

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