Larry One Shots

Gay Vodka

Summary~

"I'll have a vodka."

"Straight?"

"No gay."

"Oh, you meant the drink."

Third person POV

Harry was drunk. More than drunk, he was completely wasted. He had been dancing with random hot strangers all night and they had been buying him drinks and lots of them. He was having a rough day, the drinks were helping so he willingly took them from these men.

He was dancing with Brian, he was quite well built guy who knew where to put his hands and how to make him feel good. Harry grinded back onto his semi-hard cock as he kissed his neck. Harry turned around and made out with him lazily.

Harry pulled away and leaned up to Brian's ear so he could hear him, "I'm gonna go to the bar, get another drink." Brian nodded with a smile as Harry walked away and disappeared into the crowd.

He plopped down at the bar, almost falling off the seat. "You okay there, lad?"

Harry looked up at the bartender, "Yeah I'm good." He nodded. "I just, need a drink."

"I think you've had enough." He laughed.

"I would like a drink please," Harry said a little more sternly this time.

The bartender shrugged and rolled his eyes, "Alright, what'll you have?"

"I'll have a vodka." Harry hiccuped.

The Bartender whistled, "That's a strong drink." He shook his head, "Straight?"

"No, gay," Harry said and the bartender just looked at him. They sat there in silence for a little bit until the realization hit Harry, "Oh you meant the drink, yeah straight."

The bartender chuckled and nodded, "Okay." He began to make the drink, "What's your name?"

"Harry." He said.

"Well then, a straight vodka for a Gay Harry." The bartender said as he slid the drink to Harry.

"Thank you." He said and sipped his drink, "What about you?"

The bartender leaned on his elbows on the counter, "What about me?"

"Your name, I mean," Harry said.

"I'm Louis." The bartender, now known as Louis, said.

"You're cute, Louis." Harry giggled. "I'll call you Cute Louis."

"Okay, Gay Harry." Louis said, "So what's your problem?"

"My problem?"

"You're clearly upset, that's why you're drunk off your ass."

Harry sighed, "Why would I tell you?"

"I'm a bartender, everyone tells me their problems." Louis shrugged.

"I caught my boyfriend of three years, Liam, cheating on me with his best friend. So yeah I guess you could say I'm upset." Harry said and chugged his drink. "Hit me again."

"Kinky." Louis laughed but based on the look Harry gave him, he wasn't amused. "Right, I'll get you another."

He put down the drink and Harry took a big gulp. "Thank you."

"Hey, it's my job." Louis shrugged, "Just so you know I've been through what you're going through and yeah it sucks but I promise it'll get better. It just takes some time."

"Yeah, I'm sure you've been through what I'm going through." Harry snorted.

"So his name is Liam?" Louis asked.