Drunk from your love.

First encounter.

"Jesus, you're unbelievable! Get your ass up!" A voice yells from the opposite side of the room. You groan and roll over onto your back "Why are you yelling..." you open your eyes, the room is annoyingly bright. "Your alarms kept going off. You have like thirty minutes to get to work dude." Your roommate and best friend is leaning against your dresser across the room with a smug look. 

You sit up and sigh "You couldn't of woken me up earlier.." you swing your legs over the side of your bed and stand up going to your dresser to pick out some clothes for work. She shrugs "You stayed up all night studying for your final. I thought I would let you get some sleep." she smiled. All you could do was sigh, you loved her but sometimes she just...ugh. "Well that was thoughtful of you Brianna. Make me something to eat on my way to work, yeah?" She rolls her eyes and walks off to the kitchen. 

You close the door after her and groan. You begin to get dressed, pulling on your shorts, baggy t-shirt, and combat boots. Its comfortable. Appropriate for your job, bar tending, not the best job but its something to bring in enough money to pay rent and help with college payments. Opening your bedroom door you walk to the bathroom, doing your best to brush your teeth, wash your face,fix your hair, and take a piss in ten minutes. "(Y/N)! Foods ready!" Brianna yells from the kitchen. Right as you walk into the kitchen your friend shoves a plastic plate with toast, bacon and a couple slices of ham. You eye the food with a weird face "You expect me to eat this while I drive..?" You hear her smack her lips "You text and drive, so why cant you eat and drive.." You cant help but laugh "Okay okay okay, sorry. Text me so i'm not bored all night yeah?" she just nods and turns around and starts to clean up the kitchen.

You eat as you walk to your car..as while you get in your car...and while your driving through the city to get to the bar you work at. You never get tired of driving through New York, encountering something...or someone new never gets old. Although by the end of the day you wish that you never moved here in the first place. You park in the back when you get to work, you throw the plate away in the dumpster before walking in the building. "Pushing it close (Y/N)!" a mans voice yells from behind you. You roll your eyes and turn around, you walk past the man "Yeah i know, but i'm here right?" you laugh. The man just chuckles "You make it hard for me to be the boss i'm suppose to be..you know that right?" he turns around and follows you behind the bar. "That's why you're the best." you set your stuff down on a shelf behind the bar. H.e scoffs "well..just try not to be almost late again..alright?" he leans against the bar and looks at you with a frown. you turn and look at him, you copy him "I promise, now go home...you deserve the rest of the day off." you push yourself off the bar and start to arrange everything. He chuckles "Call me if you need me, okay?" his hand touches your arm lightly making goosebumps form. You nod "yes sir." he laughs and walks off, you hear him clock out followed by the slam of the back door. 

You sigh and look at the clock, five o' clock, eight hours. It's going to be one long ass night. 

"Hey bartender! Another round of shots for my friend and I!" A younger boy yells from across the bar. You put on a fake smile "Whats the celebration?" you start to fill the six shots that were lined up. The boys friend sitting next to him smirks "We just won our last football game!" he shouts. You make a face "Congrats, but you don't need to shout." They both laugh and pick up a shot glass, one whispers to you "Sorry babe, we'll be quieter.." they take their shots and almost fall over in their stools. You shake your head and walk over to some other customers, talking to them and refilling their drinks. You hear some shuffling and whispering coming from the opposite end of the bar, "shh sh sh sh..quiet.." the boys from earlier are getting out of their seats and walking towards the door. 

"You still need to pay your tab." you walk around the bar. "Fuck off. we'll pay it some other time!" They starts running. Before you can get any closer to them a man steps in front of the door. "Come now boys, that's no way to talk to a lady." his soutrn accent is strong and you freeze in your steps when you look up at him. "Who the fuck are you?" one of the boys glare up at him. He lifts his hat and adjust the toothpick in his mouth "That doesn't matter right now, what matters is you Turing around and giving that young lady some money to pay for all the booze you just consumed." he crossed his arms and glares down at them. "come on man..we don't have the money.." The man chuckles and looks up at you "Sweetheart, is there anything these boys can do to repay you?" he smiles. 

You just stand there, staring at him, till you realize that hes talking to you. "Oh uh...I guess they can scrub the floors..clean the bathroom?" you mess with the trim of your shirt, unable to really look at him. He smirks and looks at the boys "You heard the young lady, get to cleaning!" he raises his voice, making them jump..and you jump. "You are not to leave till this place is cleaner than my mamas kitchen, understood?" the boys just nod and run off. "u-uh cleaning supplies are in the first closet.. before the bathrooms..." you walk back behind the bar. 

The man sits at the bar and takes his hat off, setting it down in front of him. "Ill pay for their tab sweetheart." All you can manage is a small nod and you hand him the ticket. "While i'm here, id like to have a drink as well." you finally manage to look up at him "What would you like.." he makes a face "Surprise me." he smiles and writes out a check for the tab before handing it back to you. You trade him and hand him a class of classic moonshine. You look at the check, "Jack Daniels..?" you smile and look up at him. He sat his glass down and held up his hands and chuckled "My friends call me Whiskey. You're welcome to do the same sugar." You cant help but roll your eyes "Well you're welcome to call me by my actual name...sugar." you smirk with a hint of sass "Its (Y/N)." You lean across the bar and just study his facial features. His eyes, the the corners of his mouth curls up, strangely his mustache fit him well, even though it was famously called the pedo stach. He licked the corner of his mouth and smirked "Sure thing (Y/N)." He said your name slow as if trying to memorize it. "What a beautiful name.." He says it a few more times before sitting up straight. He puts a twenty down and stands up. He put his hat back on with one hand while the other hooked into one of his belt loops. "Well, I reckon I better get home, its getting late." you want to stop him from leaving but...you just can't. "Plan on seeing me again. Alright sugar?" you somewhat glare at him "Yeah..ill be waiting. " 

He tips his hat to you and smiles before walking towards the doors. "H-hey...you need the change from your twenty.." He opens the door and looks back at you "Keep the change..(Y/N)." and hes gone. You can feel your cheeks getting hot and you kneel behind the bar holding your head "Who the fuck does he think he is.." you glare down at the floor. You didn't want to see him again...but then again you did. You hated not knowing when you'll see him again...you hated that part of you that wanted to see him again. You didn't even know the man and hes already making you feel like this. Who the fuck does he think he is..