bathroom stalls and cigarettes {frank iero x reader}

Alt Story Line Chapter 3

We ended up walking quite a bit, but I didn't mind. The conversation flowed smoothly. When we arrived at the building, I looked up at the shop sign in front of the door. "Jerry's bar" it read.
"Frank- I'm not old enough to drink."
"Don't worry about it, y/n. The owner of this place and I go wayy back." He opened the door and let me go in first. The room was warm and decorated to match a 50's aesthetic. I always thought this look matched ice cream shops rather than bars, but nonetheless, I took a seat at the stool of the bar. Frank followed quickly behind me and took a seat next to me. When we both sat down, an older looking man came out with a cup and a rag, drying the dripping cup off. "How can I help y- Frankie? Is that you, buddy?"
"Hell yeah it is, Pedro!"
"Fuck man! I haven't seen you in ages! Where've you been all this time?"
"Me and the wife moved to LA, but we fucking hated it, so we just moved back about a week ago."
The older man clapped Frank on the shoulder from across the bar and said, "Well I'm glad you're back," the guy turned to me, "and who's this?"
"Just a very good friend." Frank responded quickly.
"Ah, nice to meet you. I'm Pedro. I used to be Frank's best friend in highschool." He stuck out his hand to shake. I took it, surprised by his strong grip.
"You want the usual, Frank?" The guy asked.
"Yes please."
"And for you, young lady?"
"Uh- just a water."
"Water?" Frank questioned.
"Yes- a water. It's only like 1PM."
"Fair enough." Frank said and dropped the question. Pedro walked into the back to get our drinks. Frank and I sat in comfortable silence. A low jazz beat played in the background of the bar. I took this time to actually look around the place. The lighting was a low yellow tone, and there were countless pictures of people I didn't know hung up on the walls. A long metal poll that went up through the ceiling stood at the center of the room. How could I miss a stripper pole when I first walked in?

"Wanna dance for me, baby?"
"I- I've never done that before... I don't think I c-"
"I was just playing, silly. We can save all of that for later, hm?" Frank stopped talking when Pedro came back with the drinks. He placed my water in front of me and a whiskey with cola in front of Frank.
"I've gotta go to the back to clean up. Let me know if anyone comes in asking for drinks, alright?" Pedro asked.
"Sure thing bud. It's been great seeing you again." Frank responded. Pedro shuffled away back to where he was. Frank tossed back his drink quickly, in an almost shockingly fast way.
"Geez Frank-" He started to cough from my surprise. He wiped his mouth off and stared at me.
"Did I tell you how good you look today, y/n?"
"No... but thank you. I guess I can say the same for you."
"Oh wow! Thanks." Frank playfully rolled his eyes at me. Once he regained his composure, he brought a hand up to my chin and made me look at him in his eyes.
"Is there something wrong, Frankie?" I asked nervously.
"No baby... I just wanna see that pretty little face of yours a little better." I could feel my cheeks burn red at his compliment. I almost completely forgot about the wife he had waiting for him at home.