100 story challenge (Tom Hiddleston imagines) *edited*

Drink (Jonathan)

A/N: there is some violence, sexual harassment and swearing in this chapter so be warned.

"Scotch please." I sit down by the bar watching the perverted men around me looking at my completely covered arse. I was wearing jeans and a shirt, nothing at all revealing; but still some men thought it was okay to tell me that they want to do me over the pool table, like seriously do they have no pride?

"Well hello there princess," a guy saunters up to me, clearly drunk, and sits down next to me spreading his legs so that his growing bulge is visible, "what is a gorgeous woman like yourself doing in a place like this?" He slurred every word.

I turn towards him on my stool and look at him dead in the eye, "I'm just trying to relax after what to me is a stressful day at work, so if you wouldn't mind fucking off, I would be extremely grateful... so fuck off."

I turn back to my drink and the man instantly puts his hand on my knee, "whoa sweetheart, you don't need to be like that," he laughs. I brush his dirty hand off my leg however he slides closer to me, "maybe if you came with me, I could give you a good time."

"I think she told you to fuck off." I deep said from behind me. I twisted to see who it was, and there was a tall, handsome man dressed in grey jeans and hoodie staring at the gross man.

"Watcha gonna do about it pretty boy?" He scoffs.

"This," he instantly grabs the man off the chair and throws him to the floor. He kneels over him and starts punching the actual shit out of him. No joke he smelt so bad I think he actually either threw up or shat his pants. The man was bloodied and bruised, and I sat there in shock, happy shock.

"That's what I did," he stood up looking at the man, probably unconscious, under him. He rubbed his fingers as he sat next to you asking for a drink. The bartender had called the ambulance while the fight went on and urgently served the kind man his drink.

"Jack, Jack Lindon." You recognised the name.

"y/n, y/f/n. Thank you, so much. I don't know what I would've done if someone didn't help that wanker learn his lesson." I looked at him with a smile which he returned.

"It's no problem, that dick deserved it."

We both laughed a little but felt into a silence. Not an awkward one, just a silence.

"So do I get to buy my knight in grey jeans and hoodie a drink for saving my arse?" I laughed again.

"Sure," he chuckled and ordered a beer. "Thanks,"

We sat I silence for a minute until he spoke up, "so you live around here then."

"Yeah my family rent out places around here. Someone recently just bought the cottage on the cliff; I was surprised that even got taken." I took a large swig of my scotch and placed it down on the bar and looked up at the bottles of alcohol on the shelves.

"Yeah, that was me I just moved here."

"Well I think you've made a good enough impression. You've certainly achieved that 'don't fuck with me vibe' be proud," I said, making him laugh as he took another drink of his beer.

He finished his drink and turned to me, "seeing as you know where I live, maybe you should come visit me one time. I would enjoy the company." He stood up to leave and handed me a £5 note, "keep the change," he smirked. I gave him a confused look, but he insisted on me having the money. I noticed a small piece of paper hidden between the fold of the note and opened it up to see that Jack had left his number, I smiled to myself and placed the paper in my pocket, before ordering another drink with the money.

A/N: I felt like this one was much better than the last one I wrote, which conviniently is the next story ehehe. I think that this is just going to be a mix of very dialog based stories and then an even amount of dialog and description. Anyway I hope you liked it. Leave your thoughts as always. ❤