One Shot Collection: An accumulation of a fangirl's fantasies

Bourbon and Brandy//Ethan Hawke

You were sitting at the bar by yourself, spending a Friday with a glass of Brandy. The bar was rather empty, there were a few people at tables, 2 men playing pool, and some old men at the end of the bar.

It was a pretty shitty night, you admitted to yourself. You had just failed one of your final exams, and decided to celebrate the failure with some alcohol, in an old smelly bar.

The bell rung above the door whenever someone walked in our our. A man came in, tall, rough tense face, with a perfect amount of stubble. His hair was slightly damp from the rain, so a piece drooped over, the man looked like a hot mess.

He sat 2 seats away from you.

"What can I get for ya?" The bartender asked him.

"Uh yeah, Bourbon. Just leave the bottle," he said so casually, his voice deep.

He was wearing a thin leather jacket and blue flannel button up underneath. His eyebrows were furrowed. He was obviously way older than you were but you just had to talk to this man.

"Not driving are we?" You said, trying to get his attention. He looked over to you.

"I could ask you the same," he said as the bartender came with his fringe and glass.

"How so?" I asked.

"What? Aren't you like 18 or something? How are you even in here?" He shot at you. He was obviously agitated from something.

"Ouch. And what are you like 70?" You shot back. He looked at you, laughing sarcastically.

"Listen I'm not in the mood for some chick begging for my cock right now," he said as he took a sip at his drink.

"Begging for your cock? You must've had a real rough night, dickhead, to be talking to a girl like that," you said appalled by what he said. You shot him a glare, with one eyebrow raised.

You decided to give him no more attention, the man was rude, they always were.

And he sat there by himself, with his drink. You were both having shitty nights, and tried filling the space with alcohol. Too bad you couldn't get along.

Two other men came into the bar, big and older than you. You heard them whispering about you, like the dogs they were.

"That one's got a nice fuckin set man," one of them said.

"I'm gonna get my dick in between those, just fuckin watch," the guy had a gross country accent.

Oh god he's coming over here.

He sat next to you and looked at you with perverted eyes and a pervish smile.

"Hey there sexy," he said. His face swollen and read, and he had a bad haircut.

You ignored him and looked the other way, towards the man that you tried talking to before.

"I said hey there," he repeated as he got closer to you.

"I heard you the first time, and right now I don't feel like putting up with a horny cock right now," you said sassily.

"You've got a mouth," he said.
"I like when my women talk dirty," he wasn't bothered by what you said, which made you more uncomfortable. He got close to your face and smelt your hair, and you gasped. This caught the other man's attention, but he didn't care enough to do anything.

"You smell pretty," he said, and suddenly grabbed your waist.

"Get the fuck off me," you whispered angrily, trying not to make a scene. His hand was moving up your waist to your stomach, not stopping.

"I said get off me," you got more nervous and uncomfortable as his hand went higher.

Suddenly the man (who refused to talk to you earlier) got out of his chair and walked over to the man who was harassing you.

"Hey buddy. Do you know what no means?" He said. And the man let go of you.

"Depends on who it comes from," he said as he looked at you, licking his teeth.

"You're disgusting!" You said.

"Don't talk like that to me slut," he said back to you.

He got close to you again.

"I'll give you one more chance. One more chance to taste this piece of-" and then the man punched him square in the face.

He fell to the floor, and you looked at the man standing.

"Get outta my bar!" The bartender said to the man who punched off the pervert who was hitting on you.

He looked at you and walked out of the door.

You ran after him, he already managed to stick a cigarette in his mouth.

"Hey wait!" You said as he walked back to his car.

"Hey what?" He said as he exhaled the smoke.

Oh god this man was turning you on more and more. The leather jacket, the stubble, the fucking cigarette.

"Thank you. For fending off that dick," I said.

He looked around for a moment and took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the floor, stomping it with his foot.

"No problem," he said.

"I'm sorry I snapped at ya in there, I just had a bad day. That's all. And lost my temper," he apologized.

"Same here. This week sucks," I said kicked a small rock.

"So did you want to tell me anything?" He asked, referring to the time I tried making conversation with him.

You were a rarely straightforward person when it came to men.

"To be honest I just thought you were really hot," you laughed while saying it.

He did a smile smile and laughed at what you said.

"An old man like me? Ha," he said as he put his hands in his pockets.

"Older guys are the best guys. I always say," you said.

"Is that really what you always say?" He said jokingly.

"Eh sometimes, but in this case it fucking true," you admitted.

"What's your name anyways?" He asked.

"YN," you answered.

"And yours?"

"Ethan, Ethan Hawke," he said.

There was a long moment, and you saw it as your cue to leave.

"Well I guess I should probably head home. Thank for the defense back there," I said with a wink, and began walking away.

"Hey wait-" he said.

"Wait what," you said as he said before.

"You should come to my place. Have a few beers," he said.

You smiled and said "Alright, I'll take that offer."