Rarl Oneshots (REQUESTS ARE OPEN)

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*smut warning*

Ron pushes the very familiar door and walks into the very familiar bar. He's been waiting all day to get the same taste of his favorite drink, Brandy. He's somewhat addicted to the drink and he loves it. The young man walks further in and is greeted by his best friend Mikey. He smiles at him and sits down in a small, round table in the corner.

Almost instantly Ron is greeted by a female bartender. Her tight white shirt is unbutton enough to show her breast and her makeup is outrageous. Ron snorts as he looks at her. Doesn't she know? Oh, of course not. She's new. Meanwhile Mikey is snickering at her. Then she leans down enough so her boobs are right in front of Ron's face. He backs away and waits for her to ask him his order.

"What would you like cutey?" She says annoyingly. Ron rolls his eyes and sighs deeply. He can't believe he's still going through this. She should of at least heard about him. Still, he answers.

"I would like for you to stop being a slut and get me my drink. It's Brandy." Ron says this while looking straight in her eyes. As soon as he finishes this, she looks furious. She huffs and writes down his drink. Then she smirks as if an idea came in to her mind.

"Come on, how could you not like this." Then she squishes her breast together to make them appear bigger and puts them so close to Ron's face. He cringes and backs away even more, she frowns and stands correctly. Ron rolls his eyes and put his hands to his face making it a fist, already getting bored of this.

"Look, haven't you gotten a clue? I'm gay! I like dick not your tits! Now would please get me my drink?" Ron yells so the whole bar could hear and they did. Mikey calls her over and she looks at Ron in disgust before she leaves him alone. She buttons her shirt and walks into the kitchen. Ron chuckles quietly and takes out his phone. He texts Mikey for a bit even though he is a few feet away from him.

Ron looks up at the door when the small bell rings. It's a habit. But this time it's not another regular person walking in. He's magnificent. The man has a lip piercing and some tattoos on his arms. Ron turns off his phone and takes a better look at the handsome man. His black skinny jeans fit his figure so well and his shirt. His grey shirt defines his upper body so well and Ron can't get enough of it. His long brown hair is combed but still looks messy. Who cares. It just adds to the man's look. The man smiles and looks at Ron for a quick second and then goes to Mikey, giving him a simple hand shake.

By then the slutty waitress comes back to Ron's table and gives him his drink. Her shirt is now more presentable but once she sees who Ron is looking at she laughs at him. As if Ron will never get a chance with him but she will. Ron rolls his eyes for the millionth time tonight as he watches her unbutton her shirt again. She fixes her hair to the way she thinks the handsome man will like it and walks over to him. Ron somehow feels he will reject her. There's something about him Ron loves.

The waitress taps his shoulder and he turns around to look at her. She smiles at him and he looks at her in disgust. She frowns then lowers her shirt so he can see more of her breasts. Once again she smiles. Mikey was just about to say something when the man stops him. He clears his throat and gets up.

"Hi what's your name?" He says kind of harshly. Ron expected that.

"Veronica sweetie." She says so annoyingly

"Well Veronica, I would like for you to button your fucking shirt and get that guy over there another drink. What is it?" The man says with a smirk. She gasps loudly and backs away from him. Pissed and disappointed Veronica buttons her shirt. Through gritted teeth she response.

"Brandy. What would you like?" The man chuckles a bit and looks at her. She's a joke to him. But the other guy though. Sitting in the corner. He'll ask Mikey about him later.