ZoroMiku Oneshots!

Your Paradise

Warning: Contains foul language and some mature themes.

Miku was a woman who hated to lose, but today, she just did.

She studied her hardest in college, did everything in her power to achieve what she can. She wanted a big-time job in a big-time company.

So she started out as an intern, doing everything she wanted to in order to climb the corporate ladder. Time passes and she was doing great, until someone else had nabbed the spot she was eyeing.

Miku gave her all, yet never gave back to herself. Work was what her life was all about.

She decides to go to a place that'll help her numb the pain.

The local bar.

In blinking neon lights, a sign reads, 'Your Paradise'

She walks in the door and looks around, it was surprisingly small and not very crowded either.

Perfect.

There were posters and dartboards across the wall, some really shady lighting and a small stage, probably for performers.

She sits on a bar stool and rests her arms on the bar.

"Hey! Where's the bartender, huh?" Miku pounds her fist on the wood, then burying her face in her arms.

"What would you like, ma'am?" A young man's voice says.

"I'll have a Balkan and keep it coming will ya'?" She says without lifting her head. Balkan, with its alcohol level a maximum of a whopping 176%, Miku was in for a crazy drink.

A few moments later, she hears the sound of pouring liquid and the clink of a glass and looks up. Her eyes meet those of the bartender's violet ones. His hair is messy and he's quite handsome. He looked pretty shocked seeing Miku.

"Having a rough day?" He hands her the shot glass.

"What makes you say that?" She takes a gulp of the beverage.

"Well, the only people who ordered these are men around twice your age."

"How old do you think I am?"

"I don't know, around my age?" The bartender shrugged. "Mid-twenties?"

"Ding-ding-ding!" Miku replicated the sounds you get after getting a correct answer in a game show. "25."

"Same here, then." He says while pouring her drink. "Nice to meet you, Miku."

"Hmm? How did you know?"

"You have a name tag from work." He points to it attached to her bag.

She suddenly yanks it off and aggressively throws it across the room. "Goddamn that shit!" Miku shouts.

"I'm sorry about whatever happened to you." He says.

She looks back at him, returning to a calmer state. "No, I should be sorry. What's your name?"

"I'm Zorome." He says with a smile. "I see that you're here after a work issue, right?"

Miku sighed at thinking about it again, but Zorome looks like he wants to help, so she nods.

"You shouldn't really take that kind of stuff way too seriously, you know?" Zorome said. "As you said, you're still 25, you have so much you can do. I mean, look at me, I dropped out in the middle of college, but I'm satisfied with my life, because I didn't care too much."

"You think working as a bartender in a sketchy bar is satisfactory?"

"Well, yeah. I may not have achieved the best materialistic dreams a person could have, but meeting people and making beverages for them is something that fulfills me."

"Sounds like a blast." She says sarcastically.

"Everyone has their different ideals on happiness, don't you think?"

Miku stopped and thought about it for a while, maybe he is right.

"Sometimes, some people think they're far from happiness, but it could be just around the corner." He says while wiping a glass. "Tell me more about yours-" Zorome saw the beautiful woman who walked in, all prim and proper, becoming more groggy by the minute.

"You know? You're actually really cute!" She says, laying her hand on his face. "Do you want to go home with me, pretty boy?"

She's hammered.