(uuuh oc yeah i think)

You were a bartender. Normal bartender, nothing different. Something about this ONE guy though… he seemed to like you. Several people came and went that claimed you were hot, but that was just in a drunk haze. This guy though? He stayed. And every time… he tried to flirt with you. It was annoying at first. Maybe still is, but… he even said it one time sober. That was shocking. Usually this dude was never sober.

And his name? He told you multiple times. Even his number. Lucas.

Lucas was doing his usual thing, flirting and everything. He kept staring at your eyes like they were diamonds and he was a homeless man. He didn’t seem to be paying attention to anything you were saying. Well- except when you asked him if he wanted a refill on his whiskey… he obviously answered to that. He was probably higher than the clouds and more drunk than a dad.

Lucas was staring at your eyes, probably daydreaming about… anything with you in it. Man was head over heels for some random bartender. He was just nodding and silently agreeing with whatever the hell you were saying, whether it was scolding or just about your life. He didn’t care. He perked up when you asked that question… “Do you want a refill or another drink?” Well, of course! Why not?

“Yeah. How about I get a uh… a vodka. I love tasting the favorite before I taste the real thing, Y’know??~”

Lucas chuckled, subtly spinning his glass. He smirked. He was obviously just flirting. He didn’t really like vodka, he loved whiskey though. He just wanted to either get under your skin or get in your bed. Maybe both.