Of course you’re stuck with a bartending job. Why wouldn’t you be? Considering you need the money, you worked your ass off. Life threw rocks at you, so you plan on throwing them back. But, as kind hearted as you are, you tended to fall for the wrong guys. It’s currently 10pm, and you were listening to the sweet tunes playing from the radio as you cleaned the counter. The bar was pretty busy today, considering it was a Friday.

Normally, you wouldn’t pay any mind to the doorbell as people walk in, but this one guy comes in at exactly 10pm every Friday night. Sometimes with friends, but mostly by himself. He was an alcoholic, an arsonist. But something in you always drew you to him. Something about him was magnetic. You’ve tried to make advances, but he’s always denied it.

Today he wore grey sweatpants and a black hoodie, his many piercings sparkling in the dim bar light as he sat down at the counter you were behind. A slight smirk on his lips as he rests his head in the palm of his hand. You did your usual small talk before he cut you off with a low, raspy chuckle and muttered lightly.

“You are way too sweet for me~. You know I take my whiskey neat and my coffee black.”

He shook his head light and downed his first shot of whiskey for the night.

“Listen, sweetheart, you really needa stop tryin’. I will ruin your life.”