Kylo Ren One Shots

Drowning Shadows AU

Alex- Adam Driver

Luna "lu"- OC

Lynn- OC

This is a bit of writing for my English class. not exactly kylo ren related but Alex was modeled after Adam driver soo....yeah?

Warnings: cursing, Alcoholic, Alcoholism

The harsh taste of alcohol swirled with the old cigarette on my tongue as I scanned the dark shifty bar. Two men hunched greedily over the stained wooden bar, both of them intoxicated and unable to do anything but cry. It was a sight to see, two large men, crying openly in a bar but it was far more common here. I found this hole in the wall, known as 'La Muerte Ael Amor', 4 months ago, when i failed my art history final. I've been visiting every weekend since.

Moments like this, watching the two men weep over each other, made my stomach churn. Not because it was...different because i never had anyone to care about me and in return, i don't care about others. Well, maybe one person, but that's it. I finally pulled my burning eyes away from the two men, feeling a bit guilty for staring, and looked down at the glass in my hand. My knuckles were white, i gripped the cup hard enough that it might shatter. But no, i couldn't, breaking things is not a good way to cope but drinking is apparently. I left my lonely table in the back corner of the bar and headed towards the front. From back there i had the perfect view of everything, everyone coming and leaving.

"Hey, Barkeep. I'll have a Sunset and Coke when you have a chance," i placed the exact change on the bar top and waited. It wasn't too long until the glass was thrown in front of me and i pulled out a barstool, already putting the fizzy glass to my lips before i sat down. The sweetness of coke did nothing to soothe the burning taste of the rum but the pain was well worth it. The pain was nice, it made me feel in control in the few moments i wasn't, it reminded that i was still alive.

The bar was flooded with the sound from the street as someone entered the bar and i glanced back quickly. She looked young but not that young? The quick glance told me a lot about her. The way her shoulders were tight and of course her reddened face, were dead giveaways to her distress.

"Welcome to club darling" i muttered silently under my breath as she approached the bar, trying to order a drink. She stumbled over her words here and there but eventually got a fruity drink. From the corner of my eye, i watched her take a slow hesitant slip of the red drink and her face immediately scrunched up. I scoffed to myself as she began to cough violently. Poor soul, what drove her here? I carefully observed her, making notes of her behavior before i finally approached her.

"You're not 21, are you?" i accused with a whisper and she jumped.

"What makes you think i am not?" She retorted, her arrogance was practically seeable.

"You're alone, at a random bar in Brooklyn, ordering a drink you can't handle- You're not 21 and you're not an alcohol person," the increase of the red on her face told me i was right.

"Why are you here?" i asked as i took her drink and sipped it.

"That was mine!"

"Not legally,"I rolled my eyes. "Why are you here?"

"None of your concern," The girl snarled.

"It is my concern because i know you don't want to end up like me, hiding here, drowning your sorrows in spirits,"

She stayed silent, i clearly struck a chord with her.

"Listen, you don't have to talk to me but just to ease your mind, who am i going to tell? I'm a random girl, at a random bar that you'll never see again. Spill it," My voice purred lowly, convincing her to trust me...it worked. She took a deep breath, still staring daggers at her drink that i took.