After work, the two of you left for a big italian restaurant. Then, even though it was a work night, you decided to hit the bar. You both sat down at the counter and the bar tender asked what you wanted. You ordered a beer and so did Jen.
"Why are we here anyway, Jen? I don't want to get drunk on a work night," you said.
"Come on we gotta have a little bit of fun once in a while," she said.
"Once in a while? This is the third time this week you've been to the bar and it's Tuesday!" you pointed out.
"Don't be such a Debbie Downer," she said with a shrug, taking her beer and taking a big gulp.
She had a higher tolerance to alcohol than you did, so you were watching yourself as you took a sip of the beer. You had always hated the taste but you still found yourself drinking it...why?
"Ooh there are some hot guys over there," Jen said, subtly pointing to the other side of the room.
Amidst the group, one man in particular caught your eye. He looked around 6 foot tall and was very muscular. He had on a tight shirt, accentuating his large biceps. His hair was dirty blonde and, as for his eyes, you couldn't see them from the distance. But maybe you could find out soon enough... you thought.
The group he was with was all playing pool, and soon it was his turn. He leaned over and took his shot, hitting the ball hard and straight into the hole. He then hit another and it went in. Finally, he missed, and the next guy went.
"Let's go over there," you said, leaning over to Jen.
"Nah i think i'll stay here. You go on ahead," she said, taking another swig of her beer.
You were unsure but you stood up and made your way over.
As you walked, you made a move as to unbutton the top button of your shirt and let your hair out of the tight pony tail. It all flowed out and you could feel the eyes of the guys turn to you, even the one you wanted in particular.
You sat down in the chair closest to the pool table, right nearby the man that you had previously took a notice to.
Soon, he went again and ran the table. He had won, and he smiled big...his pearly white perfect teeth showing. *sigh*
And suddenly, he turned over to you and sat across from you at the table.
"You've been watching me play?" he asked with a grin.
You could now see the color of his eyes.
A beautiful blue.
"Well actually i was watching the game in general," you replied shyly.
You hadn't expected him to be the first to talk to you, and the question threw you a bit off guard. He folded his arms across the table, and your eyes flickered to his biceps.
"Sure you were....can i buy you a drink?" he asked.
" don't even know you..." you replied hesitantly, suddenly not feeling so bold anymore.
"You could," he said, his eyes staring into yours.
You felt your heart skip a beat at the intensity of his stare.
"I'm (y/n)," you finally decided to introduce.
"I'm chris. it's nice to meet you," he said (yes. it's chris evans).
"It's nice to meet you too," you replied.
"Okay so now that i know your name...now can i buy you a drink?" Chris asked.
He was persistent...
"Fine. But good luck in trying to get me drunk," you said.
"Oh i'm not trying...i know that you wouldn't have to be drunk to want what you want," he replied with a smirk.
lAnd what is that?" you raised your eyebrows.
"I saw the way you were looking at me...with desire," he said in a low and attractive voice, making you want to grab his face and kiss his full lips.
But then you thought about sebastian and your love for him...
well, he didn't love you back and he was already going on a date with another girl so it didn't matter...right?
Suddenly, two drinks were set down on your table and you took a sip. It was strong...but really good. You couldn't help but take another drink, and soon your drink was all gone. You hiccuped as you looked over at Chris, and suddenly someone came by to collect your glass.
"Id like to order another one of these," you requested, your words slurring.
"Um maybe that's not such a good idea..." chris began, but the waiter was already gone to get you another.
"I shouldn't have gotten you that...your tolerance is obviously not the greatest," he said, worry in his eyes.
"It's really good...i want more," you said with a hiccup.
"That's not such a good idea..." he said, and a moment later a refill of the drink was placed on the table.
Chris took it away from you and you groaned.
"Maybe we should think about taking you home now..." Chris said with concern.
"I get to go home with you? How wonderful," you said with a giggle.
"No...i mean wherever you live," he said.
"I guess that works too."
"(Y/n). Why can't you be real with me for five seconds?" he asked, and then he shook his head as if to answer his own question.
"Who'd u come here with?"
"My best friend, Jen...but i want to leave with you..." you whined.
"what does she look like? do you see her?" he asked, and you looked around but she was nowhere.
she had left you!!
"i-i think...she left," you stuttered.
He stood up and grabbed your hand.
"Come on...you're coming with me," he said, and you let out a giggle as he guided you out of the bar.
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