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(11) the bartender

Warnings: none chill

Genre: fluff foR DAYS

World Count: 5K WOOP WOOP

Summary: Draco works as a bartender, at the bar Harry just so happens to walk into. ( Muggle! AU )

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The sun had set within the city and without skipping a heartbeat, neon lights began to illuminate the streets, proving that everyone was still very much awake. It was a Friday, which meant the streets were bustling with all different kinds of people. Despite the liveliness, within a certain bar, a blonde was stressed to the absolute max.

"S-Sir, PLEASE don't throw that chai-" Draco covered his ears as he heard a crash. He gulped and buried his face in his hands, sighing deeply. Being a bartender wasn't his ideal job, however he needed to pay rent somehow. He leaned against the counter top, staring at the clock.

"Great." He mumbled. His shift had begun no less than five minutes ago, and a chair had already been broken. "Please make this night go by faster."

"Tequila please." Draco looked up to see a slightly short, but godly handsome looking man staring at him, waiting for him to take his request. The man had raven hair, was quite muscular and to be quite honest, was hot as hell.

Draco must have been staring because the man swiped his hand in front of his face saying, "You alright?" in a slightly worried tone.

Blinking, the blonde's eyes widened as he felt heat rush to his cheeks. Biting the inside of his cheek, Draco mentally face-palmed before tilting his head, offering the dark-haired male a smile. "A-Ah, my apologies. I guess you could say I'm still a bit shaken from that whole ordeal from earlier! People throwing chairs isn't the most delightful!" He stammered.

Technically, it wasn't a full lie because he WAS still scared out of his mind from chair throwing. "Tequila, was it? Coming right up!" Draco beamed, regaining his composure before turning around to fetch the other's drink.

Humming softly, he poured the alcohol into the glass before sliding it across to the dark-haired male. "One tequila, just for you." He winked before shuffling off to the side to tend to other customers. Exhaling sharply, the blonde could still feel his heart pounding against his chest.

Harry's eyes followed the flirtatious bartender as he went off to help others. He couldn't help but wonder if he talked to everyone like that, or if Harry was different. That thought kept him occupied for a while as he kept on watching the blonde with curious eyes. He had a slight blush to his cheeks ever since he saw Harry, which caused him to have a sly little smirk on his face.

They way the bartender did everything so swiftly and gracefully mesmerized him, how some one could pour drinks so accurately, yet in such a beautiful way, was far ahead of his comprehension. The bartender must have felt some one's eyes on him because he looked over to Harry after helping another customer.

Harry immediately looked away to another direction of the room, pretending to be busy, a faint blush clear on his tanned cheeks.

Draco  hummed, turning his back on the table before returning to the counter, shaking his head. The blonde would be lying if he said that he didn't find the male to be handsome and his curious nature didn't help either- he wanted to know more about him.