Dean Ambrose One Shots & Drabbles

A Guy Walks Into a Bar

SUMMARY: One chilly night after a show Dean walks into a bar for a drink to clear his head. What he finds is so much more than just a drink. SOME FLUFF. ANGST.

This fic is based off the song A Guy Walks Into a Bar by Tyler Farr. I was listening to it tonight and the words just kind of flowed. Hope you like it!

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It was a chilly night in some city on the east coast that I couldn't remember the name of. After you do this for a while the towns start to blur together. The only ones that really stick out are the ones where you hit milestones in your career.

Like Indianapolis where me and my brothers debuted at Survivor Series and caused havoc and took the entire company by storm. CM Punk, Ryback, and the golden boy of the company Mr. John Cena himself didn't know what hit them. Then a few short years later where Seth turned his back on Roman and I and sold out to the authority and drove steel chairs into our backs. Or Brooklyn at the Barclays where we had the first of many six-man tag team matches. We left Ryback and Team Hell No in a pile of bodies as we showed everyone that we were just getting started. Or East Rutherford, New Jersey at MetLife Stadium where me and my brothers had our first Wrestlemania. Big Show and Randy and Sheamus put up a fight but we proved that nothing could take down the Hounds of Justice. Or St. Louis, Missouri where I won the United States Championship and went on to hold it over two hundred days as me and my brothers continued our path of destruction. Or Las Vegas, NV my home away from home and the spot where I won Money in the Bank and cashed it in on Seth that very same night.

I had just gotten done with a house show and I didn't really feel like making the three-hour drive to the next city. I decided to stay an extra night and I'd get up early in the morning and meet up with the guys in the next city.

I walked out of the dive bar and headed across the street where there was a bar. I stepped in and looked around. It was dimly lit and there were a few guys sitting at the bar watching sports on TV. It wasn't overpacked. It was my kinda place.

I walked over to the bar and took a seat on the worn leather of one of the barstools.

"What can I get for you?" The bartender asked as he came over to me.

"Give me whatever you have on draft." I said.

"I'll be right back." He said before he reached down and picked up a glass and poured the amber liquid from the tap. He placed a napkin down in front of me and then slid my glass across the bar top to me. I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and slid my credit card out.

"Charge or start a tab?" The bartender asked.

"Tab." I simply replied before I brought the glass to my lips.

As I was setting my glass back down on the bar a girl at the end of the bar caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head to look at her and I saw her give me a small smile before she reached up and tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear and then turned to say something to one of her friends.

I watched as her bright red lips wrapped around her straw. She looked back over at me for a second and I felt myself blush as getting caught before I looked away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small smile appear on her lips before she looked back over at her friends.

I drank my beer as my eyes moved between the girl and the screens. I couldn't help but look at her, but at the same time, I didn't want to come off as a creep. If I wanted tonight to work out in my favor I had to stop acting like some hormonal thirteen-year-old who'd just seen a hot woman for the first time.