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Bar {Jack x Reader}

Hi, yes, sorry, I know, I have so many request to fulfill, I know, don't yell at me ;-;
Inspiration struck and I had to take it.

TW: Harassment

(Y/n) P.O.V.

It's another night at work, already almost nine. I work at a bar in the beautiful city of Brighton. Tonight we are a bit understaffed, just me and Scott, but we aren't too busy. Which is good because I am trying to keep my focus on this pair at the far end of the bar. Working as a bartender, you learn to pick up on signals when someone needs help from a handsy person. Usually some girl and some wasted guy, but it's not exclusively to that. Just like now. There is a man sitting at the bar who came in maybe ten minutes ago. When I'd given him his drink, I had seen his bright blue eyes and his hair pulled back into a ponytail. Admittedly cute as I call it. Soon after a respectable looking woman came up to him. She's not drunk, blonde, light makeup, and dressed like she just came from some nine to five office job. Like I said, she looked respectable. She's been at it for a few minutes now, and he looked slightly uncomfortable.

I don't want to go over yet. Sometimes guys don't want to shut the girl down right away out of appearing rude, which is stupid, but I try to let them get to that point. Other times, they get pissy that a girl had to help them. Sexist fuckers can't accept help where it's given I guess. I let another minute pass, the man looking increasingly bothered, so I start to head over. "Come on, baby, you know you want all his. I can show you a real good time." She says, trying to be seductive, brushing her hand down lower. The man jumps, and moves to his side a bit away from her. I grab the woman's shoulder from over the bar, a certain fire fueling me. God, I hate people. "Look lady, he's clearly uncomfortable, and you aren't being appropriate. He doesn't want to be touched, he doesn't want to listen to you, and he certainly doesn't want get with someone like you. He has standards."

The girl doesn't even appear offended, she just smirks, and puts her arm over his shoulder, running her hand on his chest. He continues to scoot away, but her girl is apparently strong. "Please honey, all men want a good time with someone like me. Not like you'd understand that." I jump over the bar, which technically, I'm not supposed to do, but I know Scott won't tell. I grab her shoulder, pulling her away from the guy. "You need to leave. Now." I state sternly. "Not all men run purely on sex drive. The sooner that gets through your thick skull the better." I puff up, getting in her face. I've been in a few bar fights in my time, and I can easily throw down with this bitch.

She scoffs. "I can't help it if I'm a shameless flirt." She insists. "Shameless, yes. Flirt, no. You're harassing him, so unless you want me to drag you out by your hair, you'll leave. Now!" I order. She huffs, shoving me to the side a little, and stomps out of the doors. I turn to the guy who's looking awestruck. "You okay?" I ask. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. A little shaken I guess, but that was amazing. Thank you!" He seems genuinely happy that I stepped in, which was nice all things considered. I smile. "No problem. Can't just sit by, you know? I'm (Y/n)." I introduce. "Seán." We shake hands. I quickly get back behind the bar again. "Here let me get you another drink, on the house. You could use it." I say, refilling his previous order. He chuckles a little. "You helped me. Shouldn't I be ordering you a drink?" I shrug, smiling wider then I ever have around a customer.

"It would be pretty bad for me to be drinking on the clock, so drink for me." I joke. "And a tip, if that ever happens again, just do what I do. Tell her you're gay and she'll get knocked down a peg." I say it as he was taking a sip, so he spits some of the drink out in surprise, laughing. "I don't know, that could go very badly for me." He says once he calms down. I give him a confused look. "Why?" He shakes his head. "Long story." I lean onto the bar with crossed arms. "Isn't that what bartenders are for?" I tease. "I wouldn't want to keep ya from working for too long, but really, thank you so much." His face has a light pink dust to it. I give him a half smile. "Alright then," I grab a napkin and a pen, "you can tell me the story another time. You know where to find me." I slide over the napkin with my number on it. "Have a nice night, Seán." I start walking to another customer with a wink leaving him with a perplexed look on his face.

Men 👏 Get 👏 Harassed 👏 Too 👏
Don't be afraid to speak out because men are supposed to "take it." Straight up smack a bitch if you have to!!! If you're uncomfortable, don't be sorry for it!!!