*** Pretty self explanatory if I should say so myself, if not: YOU suggest a plot, I write a chapter! A bunch of small Eminem Imagines pushed into one! ***
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You sat by the bar silently with an empty glass of wine in front of you, looking at it in silence as you were by yourself. You hadn't came to the bar by yourself, you'd just had a damn bad day but went out with your friends and they wanted to leave earlier than you. So... You ended up staying.
"Give me a refill, will you?" You ask the bartender as he nods and pours some more wine in your glass, you nod gratefully with a nod as you pay for it. The day had been fucked up honestly... It all started with you snoozing your alarm for that usual excuse of '5 more minutes' and you closed your eyes for what felt like 2 seconds before checking the time again only to see you'd slept for 2 FUCKING HOURS! Which led to you rushing yourself around your apartment, grabbing your keys, brushing your teeth, getting dressed, making lunch, shoving it in your purse, grabbing your purse, fix your hair and make-up and rush out the door to the car and driving to work. Just to explain to your boss why you were 1 hour late ...
So that should've rung a bell in your mind that the universe had some fucked up plans for the day... And they surely did.
It was just one of those days were nothing seemed to go your way, and to make matters worse as you stood in the copy-room with the printer having papers stuck while trying to print out some files - your boyfriend texted you:
Bf❤️: "I just wanna be completely honest with you, for the last month ive been seeing someone else and I wouldn't wanna put you through any more pain nor myself having to act as if im happy with you. You deserve better, im sorry. We're over."
...
Perfect day right?
Then you had to act happy for your best friend celebrating her 21st birthday at the local bar and having them all get super drunk, they're such lightweights I swear, and they all left. You were 3 years older than them so you had both the time and the experience.
You finish your glass of wine yet again and shake your head.
"I wanna get drunk, proper drunk... Give me 10 shots of tequila." You then say as he looks over at you with a raised brow, you pick up your wallet as you give him the same look back. Don't fucking test me boy...
"10 shots of tequila? Damn girl, bad day or nothing else working for ya?" A deep voice says as a guy wearing a hoodie sits down next to you, you sigh a little.
"Both." Great, is this the night I'll get kidnapped too? WHO THE HELL WEARS A HOOD TO COVER HIS FACE IN A BAR ANYWAYS WHEN IT AIN'T SO HE WONT BE RECOGNIZED AS MY KIDNAPPER!! The bartender puts down 10 shot glasses and fills them up with vodka one by one as you pay with a 20$. The man beside you looking at the glasses with his hands together on the counter, the sleeves of his hoodie pulled down to his lower thumbs on each hand. Covering scars maybe... That's what most doing that's intention is...
"Must've been a damn bad day if 5 glasses of wine and 10 tequila shots is what it takes to forget it." He says low, never once he turned his head to face you, rather the opposite if anything. He turned his head away to look around, then down at his hands on the counter, leaving you to only see the shadowy outline of a pretty pointy nose and what seems to be some scruff on his face, hard to tell cause of the fucking shadow... Stupid Pinocchio, leave me alone...
