Drunk in Love || A Hawks X Reader Fanfiction

Round One

The streets were busy as ever at seven at night. Cars are honking, people yelling, and those random couples in the corners making out like they're not in public. You've never been one to care much about what other people choose to do with their lives, but you sure as hell were observant.

Just around the corner from your workplace was a club that you have never visited, but tonight you made an exception. It was never really crowded, but even the few groups of people that regular there made it feel cramped, so you tended to stray away. You lived just a block away, but in desperation to escape reality, you made a detour into the club.

Everyone was bumping to the music while neon lights lit up  the room. Both couples and strangers were grinding on each other on the dance floor while the DJ hyped them up. You never understood why some people liked that kind of attention, but then again to you they were just a bunch of groupies the get drunk just for the hell of it. You go and on one of the stools at the bar and kept your head low to avoid any kind of attention from anyone. A fairly tall man catches you attention. He had brushed back, blond hair and sharp golden eyes. One thing you can't miss about him: his scarlet red wings. He was the bartender. You saw him doing tricks with the mixing cups and bottles of tequila for a group of what looked like college students who just turned 20. Typical, you thought.

You took off your sweater and sat at the bar patiently waiting for the bartender to make his way to you. He seemed pretty popular with the younger ones in the club; he looked like a fun guy, and a handsome one at that. After a couple minutes, he was making his way over to you while cleaning a cup with a white rag. "What can I get for you?" He asked. His voice was somewhat calming compared to the chaos happening behind you in the club.

You sigh. "I'll just start with a Corona." You made no effort to hide your emotions and you can see the bartender's smile drop slightly. He grabs you a cold Corona and places it in front of you.

There was no one at the bar at that moment, so he took the chance to make some kind of small talk. "The name's Hawks by the way."

"That's actually your name?"

"It's actually Keigo, but my coworkers and patrons here call me Hawks." He begins cleaning an empty shot glass that someone had placed on the counter.

"Any reason for that?"

"Well... there's my wings, for one. And two, nothing gets passed me. I see every little thing that happens in this place."

"Is that why the locals call this the safest club to get wasted?"

"Maybe." He smirks.

You let out a breathy chuckle while taking a sip of your beer, turning the conversation into an awkward silence. Immediately, you're eyes were back down at the counter. Keigo couldn't bear seeing someone look upset at his bar. "How was your day?"

"Hawks! Let me get a Long Island!" A random patron called from the opposite end of the bar.

"All over it!" Keigo called back and began mixing. "So, your day?" He asked you again.

"Absolute shit. Can't wait to knock out as soon as I get home so this day can be over." You slouched over on the counter and crossed your arms in front of you.

"Here you go, man!" Keigo placed the long island on the counter for the patron and turned back to you immediately. "Don't we all have those days. What happened, if you don't mind me asking."

"I don't want to distract you with my sob story."

He slouched a bit on the counter. "No, you're fine. We're not as busy tonight so I got more downtime on my hands."

"Are you sure?"

"Lay it on me."

"Fine, first let me get another one."

Keigo places another beer in front of you while you begin your long rant about your job, the people you work with, and life itself. You're the secretary at a local small-time hero agency. As of recently, because of the rise in criminal activity, you've been overloaded with work and every day feels as if your boss has it in for you. Even if it feels like you did everything right, there is always something you seem to do wrong according to him.

By the time you realized how long you've been ranting, you had already gone through four full beers, but Keigo stood there listening while mixing for others and cleaning used cups. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go on for so long."

"Hey, no need to apologize." He placed a Moscow Mule in front of another patron. "You can rant as much as you want. I don't mind listening."

"I appreciate it, but I really should be heading home. Another day of hell tomorrow." You got up from your stool and put your sweater back on while also paying for your drinks and an extra tip for Keigo.

"Good luck. I'm guessing I'll see you again for another round." He chuckled. "Need a cab?"

"No, I live right down the block. It's not that far of a walk."

"Stay safe out there, kid."

"Thanks." You walked out of the club and immediately a cool breeze hit you sending a shiver up your spine. You began walking in the direction of your home. Already, the dread of tomorrow filled your head. "Maybe I will go back tomorrow." You mumbled to yourself. "Round two won't be so bad...

...would it?"

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Words: 960

Thank you so much for reading Chapter 1 of the "Drunk in Love" short story!

I know a lot of you were really liking the story so far on tik tok,

so I'm looking forward to how I end this story

and I hope you are too!

Round Two will be released next week!

Ciao~

~J. Day

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