Robby x reader (unfinished)
Hello!! This is my first time writing a fic, this is just the start of an idea I had. Im sorry its not great but no harm in having a go!! If you like the style ill keep going if not ill just leave it here x
An English girl who has finally finished her degree sets off for the authentic american road trip. After getting stuck in the post 4th of july traffic, you head into a bar to get a drink and relax. Meeting a very interesting character while you are at it.
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This year was rough, but getting your degree out of the way was just the biggest feeling of relief. And you had been planning this trip scince you started your degree at least 5 years ago, many things got in the way, but you found your way back. Studying was always the plan, if you didn't do it you'd be nagged saying that you wont go back to doing it if you take that year out. So, that year out had to wait until the end of your degree. You'd planned to go hiking in american mountains, meet random people at random bars and maybe wresle a bear, you didn't know just something other than the bleak English life you were used to in the middle of nowhere.
You decided to go the Pennysylvania go to Niagra falls, pop to canada while you were at it. Doing the go to destinations, you had taken a year out and had a shit ton of savings, that were to hopefully only be used on travelling and not healthcare, your still stunned at the fact people pay so much to get checked out in AnE.
Niagra falls was as youd expected, beautiful. But you didnt need to spend a whole day there so, you began your travels to your next destination, Detroit. You had done a case study on it once in one of your classes and had a rather big interest in it. You drove through pittsburg, a major city in Pennysylvania and got to experience the 4th of july. This date has no significant meaning back in the UK, it was similar to bonfire night but fireworks for different reasons. But it was so cool to see the festivites for the event. Scince it was so late you stayed overnight at pittsburg in a hotel.
On the 5th of july you head out on your mission to detroit, with just your luck you hit a mega ton of traffic and got stuck for hours on the road in columbus, you could have went a different way but you wanted to see every place, that you could in a year of course. So, by the time the traffic had cleared you only had enough time to make it to a little motel next to a bar in the middle of nowhere.
You walked into the motel reception, it looked as youd expect. Smelled damp, but looked like they had tried to paint over the mould, the desk had paper peeling off it to reveal a dirty wood. An old rusty bell stood atop the desk, the dim orangy light making it look considerably more dirty, exaggerating the spots and stains in the clearly old, nearly falling apart carpet. It looked older than you. Next to the old bell was a sign that read "ON DINNER BREAK, BACK AT 9PM." Fair enough they need their break. You turned around and pushed open the wooden door that felt like it would break if you'd have pushed it any harder and stepped into the air. It was quiet, the sun slowly dissapearing in the horizon, the cool air empowering you to go into the warm of the bar. The gravel crunching aginst your walking boots as you walked to the bar. A bike catches your eye, old but sleek, you'd wanted a bike for ages but could never afford one due to the build up of student debt. You carried on into the bar and it was the most american thing you had ever seen. An american flag (obviously), a stag head attatched to a plaque hung from the wall, blokes in red plad shirts and caps on... at night, some dude with a bomber jacket sipping a whiskey and guns... lots of guns. Back home guns arent allowed unless you have a licence(with a long process to be able to purchase one) so seeing guns unsettles you. The bar smelled of well, alchohol and old carpet, it was warm and they had what you needed to be able to relax after a long day of travel (lack of.) You trodded over to the counter, your shoes sticking to the clearly unmopped floor and sat on one of the leather stools.
"Can i have a rum and coke please." You said to the bartender, who gave you a curt smile and a nod. You sat back and took a moment to take it in, it may be dingy but this is what you came here to experience, the warm lit bar, with a completely different vibe to a pub back home, with people screaming at a screen, normally rugby or football, saying they could be doing better than the professionals. As the condensation from their beer glasses run onto the dark sticky wooden tables in some weatherspoons.
You took alook around at the people that occupied the bar. Some guys gathered round a table the just looked like rednecks: red plaid shirts, caps and long beards. And one other person, in the bomber jacket. A man who looked tired, worn out. His eyes set on his whiskey glass, crows feet scrunched and brows confirming his frustration or sorrow. Salt and pepper hair, and a pretty decent looking beard. A very good looking guy if you werent so interested in what he was anxious about. He moved his hand to pick up the glass and swirl the golden liquid about and finish the glass, quickly asking the bartender for another. _______________________________________________
Translations!! For my americans
Rugby - a sport similar to american football
Football - soccer
Weatherspoons- english bar chain