ONESHOTS {REQUEST OPEN}

Drinks? (krii7y)

"hello and welcome to gayest bar in town." Smitty said slightly flirting with the man who ordered a drink. He worked fast mixing the drinks and doing tricks as he did so. Smitty was one of the best bartenders in town and every club wanted him. Anthony would never let him go though unless he quit. The club was  called home for everyone that worked there.

"Smit! I need six shots of fireball and two beers for table 7" Bryce said as he walked overed in the uniform everyone wore. Tight booty shorts and a crop top that showed off everyone's midsection.

"You got it hot shot," Smitty winked playfully while laughing. He lined up six shot glasses and poured the glasses perfectly then poured two glasses of beer and handed them to Bryce.

"Thanks Smit!" Bryce ran off to the table while Smitty entertained the guys at the bar but only one stood out to him. Smitty turned to the brunet and smiled.

"Hi there stranger, I'm Jaren." He took his hand out to shake the man's in front of him.

"John," Grinned the Stranger, he smelled like cotton candy which only make Jaren wanna stick around more.

"New here?" Jaren asked while he mixed some drinks and slid them to their owners down the bar.

"Wouldn't you like to know," John blew some cotton vape into Jaren's face chuckling slightly. Jaren had a determined look on his face with a slight smile.

"I would sugar," Jaren leaned onto the counter and stared into John's eyes, he winked then stood up and tended to the other customers leaving John. John sat there as he watched the bartender glide around. He was intriguing, leaving John to want more.

John rasied his hand for Jaren to see, trying to get the boys attention. Soon he walked over a smile on his face. "What can I get you you sweet stuff?" A flirtly aura surrounded him.

"Your number," John smoothly said a wide grin. Jaren just smiled, handing him a refill of his drink.

"Everybody does," A man walked behind John, it was one of the floor boys who carried the drinks to tables. John nodded taking a sip of his drink. "You'll never get it." He then carried a new tray of drink Jaren gave him and hurried off.

The night went on and John's friend tried to pry him away from the bar but he insisted talking to Jaren whenever he could. After the club closed and Jaren was off his shift he waited outside, puffing out smoke laced with cotton candy. He caught a glimpse of the curly haired boy and smiled.

"Can't get enough of me huh?," Jaren asked pulling his coat closer to himself as the wind whipped around them.

John shrugged pulling Jaren closer to him. Their faces we're inches apart while their eyes stared into on anothers. "Let me take you on a date."

Jaren pulled away, the slow beat of his heart speeding up. He breathed out, looking as he saw it disappear into the night. "and why should I?"

"your intoxicating, I'll never get my mind off you." Jaren looked at him with a deep sigh. It was 3am and the town around them never slept. So Jaren took John's hand leading him to a small cafe that was always open.

"Jaren!" A small women came around from the otherside of the counter wrapping her arms around Jaren in a hug. John watched stepping aside as the two smiled and laughed. "ah! Who's this with you?"

Jaren took her hand and smiled feeling the warmth off of her. "Someone who kept bugging me," she smiled with a knowing smile.

"The usual for you?" Jaren nodded, then looked to John for what he wanted.

"I'll just have a coffee, black please." She nodded and went to the back as Jaren sat down at a small table near the window. John sat across from him taking in his beauty.

Jaren looked over at him as he slide off his coat, revealing a white and black checkered shirt. "So what's the real reason you wanted to see me, sex?, Money?" Jaren asked a small frown on his face.

John sighed and took Jaren's hand that was resting on the table. He didn't really know why, he just wanted to know more about the bit in front of him. "It is a crime to want to know a beautiful bartender?" He asked, holding his breathe waiting for a response.

"no," he said quitely pulling with bracelet wrapped around his wrist. "everyone uses me for sex or money. What make you so different?" It was a simple question that John stumbled over his words to find.

"I didn't go to that club to hook up, I came with a  friend. I found you so interesting, and wanted to know you more." Jaren took the answer and sipped in the coffee that was waiting for him.

"your not going to fuck me over?"

"only if you do it first," Jaren was a bit more comfortable now letting John subconscious play with his fingers as they sat there and drank their coffees'. It was 4am now and the sun was slowly trying to raise, you could barely see it but it was beautiful in a way Jaren thought.

"So when's our date?" Jaren asked a smile appeared on his face. John's eyes lit up and a toothy grin could be seen.

"How about tommorow, 7pm?" Jaren nodded biting his lip slightly.

(uwu more Krii7y, it's poorly written but be fed my children)