(This was originally going to be JUST a Jack x Reader, but I wanted to do something a lot kinkier than a basic lemon...
I'm unsure as to how long this one will be. It was supposed to be a one-shot but I decided to split it up.
You know the deal, the reader is female. As always. ♡
And please don't get upset if I don't make Jack actually sound like Jack... I'm doing my best. Real people are harder to get right, as opposed to animatronics that I can give personalities to myself. You know?)
"AAAUUUUGH. FUCK MY LIFE." You hated your job. Hated it. You flopped onto the couch with a loud groaning sound the minute you walked through the front door.
Nearby, your best friend just grinned. "Bad day?" she asked quietly, looking up from her book.
"Always. Fucking always." Your voice was muffled in the cushions you had faceplanted.
"You need a better job."
"You know damn well I can't afford to go and start looking for a new one." Shifting to a sitting position you glared gently at her. Finding a job was difficult enough, but you had had the same one for quite awhile, so cutting ties would be even harder.
She glared right back, but smiled. "Well, you're stressed out. You always are! Either go and find a new job or go out for once." You couldn't deny the stress comment; soon your hair would probably begin to fall out, or something equally bad. "You need to get laid."
At this you scoffed. "Not everything is about sex. And I don't need to get laid, either."
"Nor do you need anymore stress. All you do is work; it's Saturday night, so go out for once." Her voice was gentle, she didn't want to simply shove you out the door. "Come on. What's stopping you?"
"The thought of having a hangover tomorrow morning," you replied, deadpan. You didn't have to work the next day, no, but the idea of having to nurse an upset stomach and one hell of a headache wasn't enticing.
"So don't drink so much! You always go full speed on everything; take things in moderation for once." Softly, she added, "Maybe even go home with somebody?"
"That's not 'taking things in moderation'! You're telling me to have a one-night stand?!"
"For once in your life, yes! It won't kill you!"
No, but if I end up with some creep, it might kill you.
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The pub was crowded as fuck. You should have known better. Still, you pushed and snuck your way around the hordes of people to get to the bar, quickly occupying an empty seat before someone else could claim it. The bartender nodded and leaned in towards you, wanting your order. "Whiskey on the rocks," you had to shout. He didn't seem to mind being shouted at, the place was loud enough as it was.
"Good choice," came a voice nearby, down the bar. You paid no attention, watching the barkeep pouring a top-shelf type that you liked; you didn't even have to specify. The pub was close to your apartment, so they knew what you drank.
Glass in hand, you scanned the bar for the source of the voice, finding a pair of baby blue eyes grinning in your direction. He wouldn't look away, so neither did you, downing the whiskey in one gulp.
