unrequited sex || ashton irwin
synopsis:Â bartender!ashton supporting you through a lovelife struggle through the only way he knows how; helping you drink whilst throwing in some concern and flirting
warning: there is mentions and suggestion of smut/sex. there is also drinking involved.
a/n:Â i feel like i ended this horribly, but whatevers. itâs suppose to be light, funny with a touch of sex. credit to the rightful owner of the gif.
masterlist // writing prompt numbers
The liquor burned the back of my throat as I immediately chugged down at least 6 JĂ€gerbombs within a 15 second time frame. Letting out a breath of relief and a tiny burp after hitting my 6th shot glass on the bar countertop, he raised his eyebrow at me, grabbing all of the shot glasses to clean up.
âYou know, the JĂ€gerbomb challenge doesnât really start until next month, love.â he joked. I looked at him and I laughed dryly at his attempt to cheer me up or at least start a conversation with me.
âCan I have like 5 shots of tequila please?â
âCan I ask what is the occasion for you drinking so much?â
I rolled my eyes and threw him a 50 dollar bill.
âJust get me my drinks, Ashton.â
He took my bill and shoved it into his back pocket before walking a short distance to grab the best tequila the bar had to offer.
âYou should really tell your manager to lower down the price range for your drinks. $10 a shot is a tad expensive donât you think?â
He chuckled as he poured my drinks into their respected shot glasses. His curly hair was in that weird phase where it was too short for him to tie up but too long where he needed a hair cut. His eyes were brighter than any star and held so much confidence. His lips were shaped perfectly and looked like they held so much sex appeal. His black shirt was hugging all the right parts of his chest with the sleeves squeezing his biceps deliciously. His black apron covered how his jeans perfectly accentuated his large thighs and giving a little tease at his natural bludge. Ashton Irwin was the hottest bartender around. He was also the sweetest and the wittiest, hence the mix of smart remarks and questions that oozed with concern and worry for one of his favourite customers, and friend.
âI donât make the rules, love.â He replied with a charming smile, pushing putting the shot glasses onto the countertop for me to devour. Licking his lips, he leaned forward from his station, placing his elbow up and resting his chin on the palm of his hand.
âBut seriously, whatâs wrong? I know you are a heavy drinker and all, but you have been sitting here for around 2-3 hours drinking your heart out.â
âWell this is a bar, isnât it Ashton? Iâm just using the barâs clearly intended purposes.â
âNo youâre abusing the fuck out of its intended purposes, which means you are hurt, angry or you are an addicted alcoholic but I know number 3 is definitely not the case.â
The fire in my eyes slowly flickered away as I swallowed down the growing lump in my throat. I stared down at the shot glasses in front of me before quickly grabbing one and drinking it down as if it was water.
I hated telling my feelings and my thoughts. I hated revealing my vulnerability and having weak moments. Why? Because itâs those small but powerful moments where people can take advantage of you or use that information against you. And I have been hurt way too many times to be an expert on that situation.
Throwing back my 3rd tequila shot, I put the shot glass down and reached over to the 4th before Ashton quickly grabbed my wrist to stop me from drinking.
âY/N.â he said with a stern voice.
I looked up at him and he could see from my eyes that my strong persona was slowly withering away. He was getting to me. We could both feel it.
âY/NâŠâ he repeated, but this time in a more softer and worried tone. âWhatâs going on? What arenât you telling me?â he asked.
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