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Drunken Attempt

Dedicated to: Catching_Dreamers

So yes, I have succumbed to writing a one shot like this, as have many other people. My apologies. And yes, this is indeed, cliché.

Also, a whole bunch of people I follow on twitter went to the Acappella Academy showcase!! So happy for them yet so jealous.

"Hey! Bartender! Get your lazy ass over here and gimme some more booze!" An annoying drunk man who Scott had been waiting on for the past hour guffawed. Scott stood completely still and felt his nostrils flare a little bit. He hated being a bartender. Hated it.

He sighed and reached under the counter, getting some of the booze out and pouring the brown liquid into a cup with distaste into a glass cup. I didn't realize it would be so hard to support myself as a college student, He thought as he placed the glass down on the counter in front of the man wordlessly.

He attended a college in California, University of Southern California to be exact, and he wasn't getting along too well. He was living the stereotypical life of a college student- eating ramen noodles and leftovers from dinners his friends took him to. He hated having to subject himself to working at a bar. Hated every second of it.

"Bartender!" He heard. He sighed and walked over to the man again, breathing through his nose.

"What is it now?" He asked through gritted teeth. The customer laughed and threw another 20 on the counter.

"More booze. And don't act so snappy with me," He said with a loud burp tacked on at the end. "You're probably a cock sucker." This earned many laughs from the man's friends, and he smiled, proud of himself for such a rude comment. Scott scowled but went to get the liquor for him. He leaned down to grab another bottle and was taken by surprise when a soft high pitched yet beautiful voice rang in his ears.

"Don't let him get to you, he's a douche bag anyway," The voice said.

He tried to straighten back up too quickly so he could acknowledge the person and hit his head on the edge of the table. Real smooth, Scott, He thought as the pain shot through his head.

"Gahh! Shit, that hurts," Scott said through gritted teeth. He looked up and almost gasped. The man that had taken a seat directly in front of him on one of the stools was absolutely stunning. He had soft brown eyes that were barely illuminated due to the dark nightclub and pulsating lights. He had a sympathetic look on his face, and Scott noticed he had a beard that suited him nicely. 

"Who are you?" Scott asked. The man in front of him raised one perfect eyebrow and smiled, showing off perfect white teeth that complimented his beautiful smile.

"I'm Mitch, and who might you be?" He said.

"I am Scott, your bartender for this evening, at your service," Scott said, grinning. Mitch leaned forward at the same time that Scott did, and their noses were nearly touching. Scott's breath hitched and he started to close his eyes, a loud voice interrupted them.

"Hey, faggot, if you don't mind I came to this bar to be served not to have to watch you do stuff that's unnatural. Now get me my drink," The man snarled and Scott's hands balled into fists at his side. He was about to go over to the man and give him a piece of his mind, when a warm hand touched his forearm, and he jumped at the warmth that flooded him. He looked up at Mitch, and Mitch said nothing, only shaking his head. Scott sighed but decided to let it go. He quickly prepared the man's drink and placed it in front of him wordlessly, walking back over to Mitch in a hurry.

"And what can I get you?" Scott asked Mitch. Mitch's eyebrows furrowed for a few moments as he thought about it but quickly came to a conclusion. 

"2 glasses of chardonnay to start out the night, if you don't mind," Mitch said, reaching into his pocket to dig out his wallet. He nodded towards the shelf where the various bottles of wine were neatly displayed and Scott nodded approvingly.

Scott went behind the shelf and looked at the wine, not even having to reach up to get it. he grabbed the strongest brand of the white wine he knew of and poured some into two glasses. He had a plan up his sleeve, but he wasn't so sure if it would work. Only one way to find out.

He set the glasses down in front of Mitch and was surprised when Mitch handed him the exact amount of money required to pay for the wine. He put the money in his apron and began to walk away when Mitch reach forward and gripped his arm. Scott raised one eyebrow. "One is for you, of course," Mitch said as if it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. Scott's jaw dropped as realization hit him.

"Did you just buy me a drink?" Scott asked incredulously, completely shocked. Mitch shrugged but winked as he raised the glass to his lips. Mitch said something, and Scott strained to hear him over the pounding music. They'd been hearing each other alright, but they still had to listen carefully. 

"I'm sorry, what?" Scott asked, not having heard Mitch. Mitch shook his head, brushing it off. Scott speculatively raised his glass to his own lips and took a sip. Yup, definitely our strongest wine, He thought as he tried to not cringe. He enjoyed an alcoholic drink every now and then, but getting super drunk wasn't his favorite thing in the world.

He took another sip of his wine as he admired the stranger that had so suddenly caught his attention.

-

Both Mitch and Scott's eyes were bloodshot by now, and they were sitting facing each other on stools. Mitch bit his lip as he reached forward and untied Scott's apron, throwing it behind the counter. Scott had abandoned bar tending, and he knew his manager was gonna give him shit for it, but at that moment he couldn't have cared less. Mitch ran his hands over Scott's chest and giggled as Scott lifted one of Mitch's hands up and kissed the back of it. They both blushed, neither of them having expected Scott to do that. Scott kept Mitch's hand in his own and reached up, caressing Mitch's face. He placed his hand there, so he was cupping the opposite man's face and leaned forward. Without warning, their lips met in a hungry, lustful kiss. Scott snaked one arm around Mitch's waist and Mitch shivered at Scott's light touch. Mitch reached up and laced his fingers through Scott's soft blonde hair.

Their kiss continued and Mitch got an idea. He tugged at Scott's hair cautiously but surely and no one expected the moan that erupted from Scott's throat. The kiss deepened and their tongues moved in sync, Scott in dominant control. They broke apart, gasping for breath as they stared at each other.

"Wanna go back to my place?" Mitch whispered. Scott nodded eagerly. 

And the rest of the night was a blur.

-

Scott woke up, shooting upright quickly. He looked around at the room that certainly wasn't his and began to panic. Where was he? He groaned and dropped his face into his hands as he looked down at his bare torso and covered lower half, which was no doubt bare underneath. He looked to his left slowly, scared to find out who he had gone home with that night and wondering if he still had time to escape quickly.

Mitch was laying there, shirtless. He was awake, and he was staring at Scott. Scott was relieved that he recognized him- it was Mitch, from the bar the night before. 

"I'm sorry-" Scott began, but Mitch cut him off. 

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I enjoyed it. Well, I enjoyed what I remember, at least," Mitch said quietly.

"Can this please not be only a one night stand?" Scott asked quietly, worry taking over his head. The beautiful man in front of him was too valuable to lose, and he hoped there was something more that could happen.

"Nah. You intrigue me. I really think that if we get to know each other.. I think we could make this work," Mitch said, kissing Scott's nose. Scott smiled, and he knew that he was planning on taking Mitch up on that offer. He wouldn't pass up the opportunity for anything in the world.

I hope you guys like this! Thanks so much for 5.2k reads 😘😍 I love you all so much.

I am a bit.. upset that my last one shot didn't have more comments.. You guys's comments are what make my day and give me happiness and motivate me to write... but, if you didn't want/ feel the need to comment then I understand I guess.