27 Club [Brian Jones X Reader]

Bartender's Got Magic [Chapter 6]

"Where the heck are we going!" You yelled to the bartender as she darted through the nearby woods with you on her tail. For a more plump woman, she moved very fast and you had difficulty keeping up with her.

"You'll see!" The bartender called back to you. Soon a large cliff was up ahead. The bartender didn't even hesitate as she leaped right off of the cliff. For a moment you watched her in both fear and surprise. Then you realized she too was a ghost and couldn't die from falling.

You looked over the edge of the cliff to see what had happened to the bartender. There was no glow from below, and no sign of her anywhere. You wanted to jump off of the cliff too, but you were still shaken up about your death which involved falling from a cliff. So, that wasn't going to happen again.

"Bartender? Whoever your name is? Are you still there?" You peered down the cliff once more, still hoping to find where the bartender went. If she wasn't there and she left you behind-well, you would be so screwed. You didn't know where the heck you were at. "Bartender!?" You called out once more before frowning and turning away.

Then, a freaky greenish glowly hand sprouted up from the ground and grabbed your ankle. "AGH! What the h@&&!" You screeched as you were dragged into the cliff. Going through rock didn't hurt at all, only a little tingly, like when your legs or arms fell asleep. You also couldn't see a thing, and could only rely on the mysterious hand that grabbed you in the first place would drag you down to safety.

Soon you were dragged down into a small cavern underground. It was dark and smelled of must and bat crap, which made sense for a cave. A glowing green figure who wore a dark robe seemed to hold vials and flasks in their hands, all of which contained strange glowing liquids. Whoever was there worked quickly, and had a few screws loose.

"Hello?" You called out to them softly so that you wouldn't startle them. That failed though, they were still startled anyway.

"Oh gosh!" They jumped and turned around, almost spilling the contents of one of their flasks to the ground. "(Y/n)! What are you doing here?"

It was the bartender, this time she was wearing a long, thick black robe and glowed green instead of white. For some reason she was able to pick up objects and move them around as if they were real.

"You pulled me down here, right?" You said with a little bit of confusion in your tone of voice.

"Oh I did? Yes, I did," The bartender shook her head and laughed. "Seems like old age is gettin' to me!"

You ignored the laughing. "Ma'am, what is your name? I would really like to call you something other than 'Bartender,'"

"Hm," The bartender put her hand up to the chin of her mask as if she was in deep thought. "I forgot my name a long time ago, funny thing for a ghost to do now isn't it?" She chuckled. "Until I can figure out my real name, you can call me Angie."