Andy Biersack X Reader

Not That Kind of Girl

You swore you weren't this sort of girl, the kind who got picked up in bars after a drink and some dirty dancing. Then again, here you were.

You and a few of your friends were out celebrating Helena's promotion. She was now editor of an alternative magazine, a job she'd been working towards for five years. But you were at the club with a bit of an ulterior motive; you wanted to get some action. It's been a while, six months to be exact, and you were feeling pretty sexy tonight. Might as well give a one night stand a shot.

"We'll take four Margaritas, and one Sex on the Beach please," Helena was clearly in a good mood, as she ordered she sent a wink at the red-haired bartender.

"Maybe the Sex on the Beach is a good intro to tonight, it's about time we all get some." Val raised her glass and she winked at you! Jesus, you thought you'd been subtle. Everyone drank to her toast, and you started to think of a plan of attack. You were terrible at flirting, but you were even worse at noticing when someone was flirting with you. You'd start by choosing a target, maybe the man in the corner with a few days stubble and a good jaw line. Maybe. Then, you'd have to make eye contac-

"Earth to (Y/N), are you even listening? You need to hear about my failure at painting!" Madison slurred, she had always been a lightweight.

"No, I know that look. You're trying to plan something that shouldn't be planned. Remember that time you came up with the pros and cons of getting a belly button ring, you even decided that the pros outweighed the cons but you chickened out anyways! Tell us, what is it now?" Helena said.

"Okay, okay. I need to get laid tonight," You said, looking down at your lap.

"No shit! What were you planning, how to get a guy to take you home?"

You didn't respond.

"Oh my god. You just have to let it happen, go with the flow for once," Val exclaimed and leaned toward you, "Just do it, do someone. Look at the hottie that just walked in, he just checked you out."

"Wait, what? Where?" You twisted and turned in your seat, trying to look where she was pointing and then, wow, someone is standing in your line of sight. Wait, no never mind, he's the hottie. Tall, at least six foot two, he had sharp cheekbones, long black hair, and – Oh geez he's coming this way, looking at you!

"Go get 'em girl," Madison murmured in your ear before pushing you off of your stool right towards him. You fell. Thanks Madison.

"Hi, do you need a hand?" You heard a deep, gravelly voice and saw a tattooed hand extended to you. It was him, and damn, he sounds as good as he looks.

"Yes, thank you so much. My friend has had a few too many, and by that I mean she hasn't even finished her first drink," You spoke as he pulled you back up.

"That sounds just like one of my friends," He laughed, "I'm Andy, by the way."

"(Y/N),"

"A name worthy of such a beautiful woman. What brings you guys out tonight?"

"My other friend got the promotion of her life, what about you? Are you alone?"

"Yeah, I normally go out with my band-mates, but they weren't feeling it tonight. Our tour is almost halfway through, so they're pretty tired. I was hoping to meet someone,"

"I was hoping to meet someone too,"

"I'm sorry, this is probably going too fast. Do you want to come back to my place?"

"Yes." You smiled up at him, and it didn't even take dirty dancing, but you were going home with someone. A very hot someone.

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A/N: Damn, almost no page time for Andy. Maybe I'll anti up and make a smutty sequel to make up for it ;) Also, hi, I'm back. How ya been? Remember, I can't get better without your comments. And I might not write the sequel if you don't ask me too...