I knew one bar in specific that I would go to; it was an Irish one called Harper’s Pub. It wasn’t too far from my own house, but it would be a little drive, considering the traffic. On the way there, however, there were a couple lengthy traffic lights- I nearly fell asleep at one because it took so damn long.
When I did get there I scooped into the first open parking place that I found, not really caring about the distance to the building. I parked a little further than I’d want, but I honestly didn’t care, I just wanted a beer.
Walking in, I was surprised to see the lack of people there, even though it was a Wednesday night; I predicted that more people would show up. Whatever, I guess that’s better than it being completely crowded. I took a seat at the bar, peering up to the TV that showed a hockey game, unfortunately I didn’t care for sports.
“Can I get you something?” A voice rang, bringing my attention to the lady that stood in front of me, her grayish color eyes looking to me attentively.
“A light Corona would be good, thank you.” She nodded, walking away for a moment before coming back, the clear colored bottle in her hands. I had slid the money on the counter when she walked away, which she grabbed hesitantly.
“Here you are, enjoy.” She didn’t mention anything about the money, but I think she was a little off put that me, not being a regular costumer, knew the prices of a bottle of beer. In all honesty, I think I added a dollar on top of that, for a tip. I wasn’t familiar with the atmosphere of a bar itself, but, it didn’t seem hard to figure out.
Suddenly, I was startled by the sound of a shuffling chair a couple seats down from me. It was a man, looked to be in his early twenties and not in the best condition. I looked away, deciding not to be rude and stare, but I couldn’t help but to over hear what he ordered.
“The usual?” The lady asked, her eyebrow rose as she looked to him curiously. He nodded, the money already in his hands.
“Thanks.” He muttered before sipping his alcohol. “Oh hey, could we turn this to Syfy? I think wrestling is on.” As he asked, the channel was changed, half naked men hitting each other appeared on the screen.
‘Oh brother.’ My mind growled, looking away from the TV.
“Oh sorry, were you watching that?” The man turned to me, his face full of guilt. I chuckled for a moment.
“No, I’m not into sports.” He nodded, looking back up to the screen, then back to me.
“I see, well, you don’t mind this, do you?” He asked politely, making me feel like a jerk for mentally complaining. I shook my head, turning to him, our eyes meeting, making the whole interaction oddly awkward. He chuckled, throwing me off for a moment.
“What?” I said defensively, making him smile. ‘What a smile.’ I though, making myself even more uncomfortable with the situation.
“Nothing.” He turned back to the TV, his face becoming serious again. I decided to take a long sip of my beer, attempting to relax. I don’t know why, but I felt so awkward; so venerable in this bar- or maybe around the man.
Commercials suddenly sprung, making the guy turn to me again. “I’m James by the way, sorry for the rude introduction.” He pointed to the TV, smiling again. ‘Stop it.’
My mind commanded, aware of the fact the man couldn't hear me.
“I’m ______, and it’s fine.” I smiled back, trying to even him out. A silence danced around the two of us, that is, before James ended it.
We had another small conversation before he asked the question I tried to avoid- by coming here.
“So what are you doing here? I haven’t seen you around before.” He spoke honestly, still looking to me.
“Well, it’s a long story.” I sighed, putting the bottle of alcohol to my lips, sipping ever so slightly.
“I have time.” The man sitting next to me rang, his hand on his bottle of alcohol, blankly looking to me. I couldn’t help but blush.
“…I kinda just came here after a big break up.” I admitted, shifting my position on the bar stool to look at him better. His soft eyes were gazing at me.
“Well, I’m sorry to hear that.” He plainly looked down to his beer and shook it a bit, playing with it in a sense.
“You shouldn't be sorry, it wasn't your fault.” I took another gulp of the alcohol before placing the bottle down on the counter, observing the label. A silence struck from the two of us.
“Corona, huh?” He sounded, making me look to him quickly, yet I simply nodded. He looked down to his beer before holding it out toward me. “Ever try this one?” The label reading ‘Blue Moon’ was pointed toward me; I simply looked to it, the bottle seeming very tempting. He shook it a bit, raising an eyebrow, making me sigh and take it from his hand, sipping it gingerly.
“It’s good.” I tried handing it back, but he put his hand up.
“Keep it, I have to head out anyway.” He stood up, grabbing his wallet from the counter before looking to me. “Have a nice night, ____.”
“Wait-” I stopped him, his eyes meeting mine.
“Hm?” The man turned back to me, looking a bit confused.
“It’s going to sound really weird- but could we exchange numbers? N-not like in a hook up kind of way,” He began to chuckle, “in a more friends kind of way.” I looked up to a grin I couldn't ignore.
“No worries, and sure.” He took out his phone, as did I. After we exchanged our information he explained that he should be on his way, and I agreed. After he left, I looked back to the bottle of Blue Moon, taking another sip. His scent remained on the top of the bottle, where his lips used to be.
‘What am I doing?’ I asked myself, taking another sip. ‘But… this is good.’
It was a split second reaction, and I felt as if I was supposed to talk to him. Maybe I’m just being stupid- or maybe I’m making excuses for trying to fix my broken heart. I may never know, but I did it, and I can’t change that.
It was around 11:00 P.M at this point, which was probably my time to leave. I finished off the beer and left them on the counter for the bartender to take care of. I got to my car and gingerly drove home.
‘That went better than expected.’
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Bottle of BlueMoon (UberHaxorNova X Reader)
FanfictionShe just went through a horrible break-up, finding herself at a bar. That's where she meets James- who seems to catch her attention with his flashing smile. Could he be what she needs to fix her broken heart? Or could he make it worse?
