Drunk from your love.

He really came back.

"You're late. Again." Your bosses voice booms behind you. You jump "I'm sorry, I stayed up late doing school work.." He sighs and puts his hand on your shoulder "Its fine (Y/N)..I didn't mean to snap at you." you turn your head to look at him "Bad day?" he just nods and sighs "Two guys got in a fight earlier. Had to break them up, got punched in the process." He frowned and leaned against the wall in front of you. You look up at him and sigh, smiling. "I'm sorry to hear that...just go home and rest, yeah?" He leans towards you and smiled "Sure thing...but we'll have to talk about you making it up to me for being late so many times." he grins. Disgusting. All you can manage is a nod before you walk off and start to set up the bar. 

Two hours have passed. There were a few guys at the pool table playing a few games, each of them have a girl hanging off their arm. You brought them drinks, one stuffed money in your back pocket. You glared at him "You could have just handed me the money like a normal person would.." You grumble. He stands up after his turn and looks over at you "You cant blame me baby. Who wouldn't want to touch that fine ass of yours." He licks his lips and grabs his girl and pulls her close, he kissed her neck and she giggled. You huff and walk back to the bar. 

"He should learn some manners." You hear a thick southern accent behind you. You turn around, it was him. He was wearing a white shirt with a leather jacket on, his pants were a dark blue and he was wearing the same black hat from yesterday. His face was freshly shaven..but his mustache still remained, you were happy it was still there...weird. He smiled up at you "You know, an old friend of mine once told me...manners maketh man...I find that one hell of a saying, don't ya think?" You start to get hot "U-uh yeah..but i'm use to that type of thing. I don't really let it bother of me." You start to make him a drink. He chuckles. Its a low chuckle. "You're one tough nut to crack arn't ya?" You turn around and slide him his drink, "Depends on what you're trying to crack.." he takes a drink and his adams apple bobs up and down. He sets the glass down and lets out a long sigh, "Well darlin' i'm just trying to get to know ya." he crosses his arms on the bar and you cross your own. "I don't know if i want some old man trying to read me.." You're lying to yourself. He frowns, "Hey now sugar, I ain't old." You cant help but smile and laugh. His face looked so hurt but once you laughed he smiled and rests his chin on his hand. You cover your smile and look at him, his dimples, you didn't notice them till now. "I'm kidding..i'm kidding." You move your hand and smile. 

He lifts his glass to his lips and takes a slow drink, his hands, they were so nice, they were perfect really. When he sets his glass down you look away from him hands and look back up at him. He smiles, "I think you owe me another drink after that." he pushes his drink back over to you with one finger, "But you got a good point, how about we just do the old fashion way of getting to know each other, hmm?" You pour him another drink and scoff, "Twenty questions?" He licks the corner of his mouth and gives you a confused look, "Is that what y'all young folk call getting to know each other now? Damn, I really must be getting old." he scoffs and takes a drink, licking his lips after setting his glass down. "Alright, I suppose that's what we can do. Lets get this started."

The questions began right away with him, "Tell me darlin', Whats your favorite drink here. Hmm?" he rests his chin on his hand and looked at you. You turn around without answering him and grab a bottle. You turn back around and set it on the bar. He smirks and picks it up, "Fireball..Interesting choice." You give him a weird look, "Why is that.." He chuckles quietly, "It just tells me a little about you, that's all. Ain't the point of what we're doing right now is to get to know each other?" Well..you couldn't argue with him there. 

Its your turn, but your mind goes blank..you never were the best at questioning people about themselves. You look at him to see if you can think of a question. Thats when you get down to his hand. His left hand. His ring finger had a small shadow on it, nothing too dark. You would only notice it if you were looking real close, which was exactly what you were doing. You ask the first question to pop into your head, and right when that question leaves your mouth, you wish it hadn't. "Were you married or something.." The smile that was once on his face was long gone, he had moves his hands down in his lap, and his eyebrows press together. "Yes, but not anymore. "What happened." You wanted to punch yourself in the face, you're so stupid. "She died." his voice was monotone, "Id rather not talk about it darlin'." You turn a bright shade of red and you look down, "I'm sorry Jack..." He snaps at you, "Call me Whiskey..." he sighs "Please." you just nod and when you look back up at him the smile is back on your face, "Reckon its my turn now?" You nod. 

Your game of twenty questions turns into forty questions...maybe more. The questions after the first one you asked were more mellow. Some included a few eye rolls, some made you blush due to that mans lack of filter, Some made him think, some even made the two of you laugh. A few stories were shared, mostly from him explaining some of his days at his job... which he says is confidential. You told a few stories just about your family and college, you didn't have an exciting life like him so you had little stories to share. You learn quite a bit about him.

He pulls his sleeve back to look at his watch, "Three hours..." He looks like hes thinking. "Has it really been that long?" He nods and gets up, "I should get going, i need a little sleep in order for me to be functional at work, right?" he picks up his hat by the top and puts it back on. You give him a look of...disappointment, "You're just going to leave me here alone for the rest of my shift." Is this your attempt at trying to guilt him into staying? yes. Does it work though...

He smiled and shakes his head, "Ill be back tomorrow, same time, I promise okay?" He hands you a card, "I don't break my promises darlin'." You look at the small card and a smile spreads across your face but you're quick to hide it, the card had his number on it. He gave you his number. "Isn't it the girl who's suppose to give you their number and not the other way around?" you look up him and smirk. He laughed, "Rules have changed sugar." with that, he winks and turns around. Then he was gone. Not even a minute passes by and you find yourself already missing his presence. What the hell were you thinking (Y/N), hes just a guy you met a day ago. 

The rest of that night goes fairly quick to your surprise..You switched of with the next worker and went home, you wanted to go to bed. That's all you wanted, it will make tomorrow show up faster which means you get to see him again. Jack.

The Next Day~

Thirty minutes at work so far, he hasn't showed up. You look at the card he gave you, you wanted to call him...but its only been thirty minutes...maybe he'll show up soon. Two hours now, is he okay..Thirty more minutes pass and you take out your phone. You dial his number and it goes straight to voicemail, you're about to hang up when you hear his voice.."You have reached my voicemail, so leave a short message and ill try to get back to ya." Beep. You stutter at first, "Oh! U-uh.. hey its (Y/N)...you haven't showed up and i just.." You pause. "I just wanted to make sure you were gonna keep your promise, Pretty boring at work without someone to talk to ya know..so just call me back or just show up." You quickly hang up and stare at your phone. God you sounded so stupid, why did you have to word it like that, he'll think you're desperate or something. You groan and put your phone away in your back pocket. 

Work goes slow, no Whiskey. You're worried..but your mind wanders to the thought of how he just lied to you, hes never coming back...but you couldn't stop yourself from hoping he would walk in through those doors...you just..cant help yourself.