Drunk from your love.

Where did he go..

~A couple of weeks later.~

               You laugh at a man who is sitting at the bar, beer in hand. He was clearly trying to get your full attention, but you weren't going for it at all. "Come on doll, don't ya think I deserve a free shot of whiskey. I don't mind what you give me." He smirks and holds up his glass to you. You throw up a fake smile to him as you're cleaning a glass, "Not a chance Rick." Whiskey, you've found out how much of a trigger word that was for you. Working in a bar makes it hard to forget him...but he's probably already forgotten about you...and who you were...

               "Come ooooon (y/n), Just one shot.." he shoves the glass into your face and ends up dropping it behind the bar, it shatters. He scoffs, "Oops.." he laughs. You shoot a glare in his direction but you manage a smile, "Alright Rick, its time for you to go." You walk around the bar and grab the sleeve of his jacket and guide him off his chair. He hums, "Oooo where are we going doll face...I'm hoping it's to my car." He giggles and looks back at you. You start to get annoyed, but Rick comes in all the time...its honestly nothing new. You push him out of the door and he stumbles out onto the sidewalk, "Oh you're no fun!" he grumbles and pouts as he starts walking away to call over a taxi, he'll come back for his car in the morning, he always does. 

              "Mmm, you're pushier then I remember." A cloud of smoke leaves the mouth of this man who is leaning against the wall. He's wearing slim fit Wrangler jeans, a black button up with a dark brown leather jacket over it...and a cowboy hat..god that stupid cowboy hat. "J-Jack??" You can barely talk...you cant be sure if he even heard you. He puts out his cigarette and steps into the light, your heart drops. His face is bruised and he has a cut running down from his temple to his jaw, "What happened to you?!" You step towards him and put your hand up to his cheek, making him turn his head away from you. You drop your hand, "I'm sorry..." He tips up his hat to get a better look at you, "I got into some trouble at work, I'm fine...but I broke my promise." He takes off his hat, his hair is messy...but you didn't hate it. "I wanted to apologize for not getting ahold of you sooner, you must've been real worried about me." He shoots a real smug look at you. You smile, a real smile, "Would it be so wrong that I did?" You give him a smug look right back. "I don't think it would be." He puts his hat back on and smiles. "Would you mind pouring me a drink." he smiles and opens the door for you. You chuckle and nod, "Id love to...You also have some explaining to do." You give him a disapproving look as you walk back into the bar, yet you can't help but smile as you walk in.

              You pour him a glass of Jack Daniels, earning a smile from him, "So...what happened with your phone...went straight to voicemail..." You avoid eye contact and turn to put the bottle away. He chuckles and looks into his glass "That's a story I'm not allowed to share darlin'...work related." You give him a look, "uh huh...okay.." you sigh and sit in a chair across from him. He takes a small drink from his glass and he sighs, "How can I make it up for you, hmm?" He takes off his hat and sets it on the bar beside his glass. He looks up at you and makes eye contact, he looks exhausted. You shift in your seat and look down at your hands, "You don't really need to make anything up to me, it wasn't your fault that you couldn't make it here. If the job calls you in I get it..nothing you can really do." You bring your arm up and set your elbow on the bar, you rest your chin to your hand and look at him. His eyes are locked on you, "No I insist, I was an asshole. Made a promise I didn't keep, I cant forgive myself for that." He finished his glass and lets out a long sigh. You reach behind you and grab the bottle and pour him another glass, he smiles. "Thank you." He holds his glass up to you and chuckles. You nod and give him a small smile, "I guess..you could buy me dinner." You pretty much mumble every word that comes out of your mouth. "But if you cant because of work I would understand that.." You put your hands up and laugh nervously. He laughs and shakes his head, "How about tomorrow you come up to my office and we can have lunch together, hmm?" You scoff at the idea, how much money does this guy have. "Sure...I think I'll be able to make that workout." He smiles and finishes his glass. 

~The next day~

               You've spent about two hours figuring out what you were going to wear, throwing on different colors of pants and saying no to each and everyone you had put on. You put on some different shorts and ended up picking out a white pair with some designs on the back pockets, secretly hoping that hed notice. Now the shirt you're wearing took you longer to pick out, it was a deep blue color and partially lace, formal yet it was something you would wear to work. Shoe wise, you wore black, ankle high boots. You've gotta give yourself some credit, you felt good about yourself right now. "Maam, can I help you?" A lady from the front desk grabs your attention and smiles. You walk up to the front desk and nod "Uh, yeah, I'm here to see Jack.." She raises an eyebrow and nods, "Okay, give me one moment." She types something on her computer and presses her lips together, "It doesn't look like he has any appointments, I'm sor-" She interrupted by a familiar voice, "(y/n)!" He walks over with his arms open, making you have a small freak out session right there. Is he going in for a hug, is he going to wrap his arm around your shoulder and give you a side hug type thing or is he going to put his arms down at the last second and not hug you at all. The lady at the front desk interrupts him, "Sir, you know this woman?" He shoots a glare at her, "Of course I fucking know her, why else would I say her damn name." She shrinks in her chair and looks down at her keyboard, "Sorry sir," he looks up at you "Sorry (y/n), have a nice afternoon sir..maam." He wraps his arm around your shoulder and starts leading you to the elevator, "Sorry bout that darlin', hope she didn't bother you too much." You look back at her, shes glaring, so you shoot a smug smile at her. You look back up at him, "Not at all." You smile. The two of you get in the elevator and he presses the button for the top floor, "I hope you like what I've got prepared. " He smiles..but you get a feeling he's got something else up his sleeve and you find yourself getting nervous. What the hell does he have planned?