A Collection of Imagines

Kian

One Manhattan

I rush through the countless bodies to get back to the bar. My shift is crazier than usual. Well, considering this is my first one on a Friday, it's still crazy. Sweaty bodies dancing to crap songs that the DJ keeps playing on full blast. I glance at my watch, only 2 more hours to go.

My friend makes a joke that sets the table on a roar. I'm not paying attention, missing the punchline, and fake laughing along with the rest of the group. The VIP section is just as crowded as the dance floor below us. My arms drape over the railing, watching drunk bodies dance ridiculously to really shitty songs. I'm incredibly bored.

The manager tells me that one of waitresses had to take a break, so I need to take her table. I told him that I already have 4 to take care of, but he cuts me off. Bitch. I grab the order from his hand. Two Coronas, three cosmopolitans, two gin and tonics, and one Manhattan. So, two douche bags, three drunk off their asses white girls, two pretentious fucks and I don't really know about the last. I tell the order to the bar tender and he places them all onto the tray. I plunge back into the messy drunken crowd to the stairs that lead to the VIP section.

Something catches my eye. A waitress meanders, no gracefully dodges, the flailing limbs while keeping all the drinks on her tray intact. She makes it to the stairs of our section. Please be our table. Please be our table. Please be our table. I repeat the mantra as she walks up to our table. She's wearing her hair in a tight bun, away from her face. A long sleeve shirt hugs every curve as well as a black mini shirt with shear black tights paired with black and white sneakers. A black apron wrapped around her waist. A standard uniform, but to me it's so much sexier than whatever the fuck these other girls are wearing at my table. Suddenly, I make eye contact with her.

I place my tray on the table and look up to lock eyes with a pair of beautiful brown eyes. My body feels like it shuts off for a few seconds, until I see the rest of the tables eyes on me. "Two Coronas?" Two guys raise their hands. Well, I was correct about that one. "Three cosmopolitans?" The three girls raise their hands. They all are wearing pretty much the same thing. Correct about that one, too. "Two gin and tonics?" Another pair of guys raise their hands. Correct again. I lock eyes with him again. Grabbing his drink, offering it to him, "One Manhattan?" He smirks at me and takes the drink from my hand. I tuck the tray under my arm, "If there's anything else you would like, let me know."

"I will." I tell her as she stands in front of the table. A blush grows on across her cheeks as she walks away. I glance down to the glass in my hand. Her fingerprints still on the glass, not yet covered by the condensation from the cold liquid. I look back up at the table and they look at me like they've seen a ghost. They asked me what was with the 'I will.' I don't answer them. My eyes are glued on the girl who keeps walking back and forth from the bar. I bring the drink to my lips and swallow the harsh contents down my throat. It leaves me with a slight warming in my chest. I place the class down on the table and stand. I don't answer their questions as I walk away from the table and head down the stairs.

I get back to the bar and, I'm not going to lie, I'm flustered. I usually don't pay attention to complements from drunk strangers, but this one is different. He made me fucking blush and he didn't even complement me. I can't seem to get his tattooed arms, wood brimmed glasses and pink smile out of my head.

She leans against the other side of the bar, back towards me. Hands on her face, trying to suppress her blush. I smile and bring my bottom lip in between my teeth. I place my palms on the bar, directly behind her. "One Manhattan, please?"

I turn around quickly to catch his eyes. They're playful this time. He bites his lip. I smile, "Coming right up." I walk to the shelves of booze and he follows me from the other side of the bar. I grab the whiskey, sweet vermouth, maraschino cherries, and an orange peel. He watches me as I make our favorite drink. I look up occasionally to see that he's not focused on the drink, but rather my face. Making me blush harder. I place the drink in front of him once I am finished.

She pushes the drink in front of me. I pick it up not taking my eyes off of her. I swirl it in front of my nose, pretending to smell it. She giggles at my action, bringing another smile to my face. I bring the drink up to my lips, letting the alcohol consume my thoughts and mouth. I slam the glass back on bar, "Do you dance?"

"Oh, I can't. My shift doesn't end for another 2 hours."

"Oh come on. Just one dance, I promise." I bring my arms up in a surrender. "Take a risk."

He's pretty convincing. I scan the room for my manager and thankfully he's nowhere to be found. I walk around the bar to his side. "Okay, but only for one song."

"Fine with me." I extend my hand to her. She glances down at it and then back to my eyes. Her smiles widens at the gesture and places her palm in mine. I walk towards the crowd with her clutching my hand tightly. An Ariana Grande song comes on. I think I've heard it before. I look back at her. She was already swaying her hips to the rhythm. Fuck, this is going to be fun.

A familiar song comes on and I feel like I'm on cloud nine with the amount of smiling I'm doing. I move to the beat of the base that's turned all the way up. His hand fits well in mine. He turns back around to me once he gets to the center of the crowd. He lets go of my hand. His tattooed arms go up in the air as he dances in front of me. I laugh at his hilarious moves. God, he's ... I don't know what words to use to describe him.

I glance above me to find my friends are still at the table only this time they are all hanging over the railing. They're cheering for me. I smile at them and focus my attention on her again. She steps closer to and puts her hands on my waist, making me mimic her movements. Back and forth. I laugh so hard and she reflects my emotions. I place my hands on her waist, leaning my head down. Her smile slightly subsides as she realizes what I'm doing. My cheek touches hers.

He leans forward and I gulp. He stops as soon his cheek touches mine. His breath on my neck. My breathing pattern dramatically changes. No one has really touched me this way. God, what is he doing to me?

Her breath becomes heavy and I take a deep inhale. Capturing her scent. We're just swaying now. I push my hand on her body to turn her around. Her back leaning against my chest as we sway silently, moving to the rhythm of the music. I guide her hips into mine. She leans her head onto my shoulder. Some of her hair has fallen from her tight bun, falling on her face. My hand goes up to move it, but I hesitate, instead placing it on her lower stomach. The action causes her mouth to fall open and her eyes to close. She has freckles. I didn't notice that before. They make her look younger. Her plump lips mouth the words of the song. The blood rushes down to my groin. I lean closer to her ear, "You wanna get out of here?"

"Fuck, yeah." At those words, I spring into action. Grabbing his hand and walking back out of the crowd. Once we make it out, I reach over the bar for my car keys. I take off my apron and throw it over the counter. I don't care about getting fired. The only thing I care about at this point is this brown haired, brown eyed, tattooed boy squeezing my hand. Wait, I stop in my tracks. I'm about to fuck this guy and I don't even know his name. I turn around to him, "What's your name?"

"Kian." I didn't ask for hers. And she wasn't ready to give that information out yet. I can tell. So for right now, she will be the mysterious girl who will end up screaming my newly learned name at the top of her lungs all night long.

AN: can you tell that i was listening to everytime by Ariana Grande whilst writing this.