Leander (Mixology) x GN!reader
Summary: Leander finds another mysterious bottle to add to the new menu.
Author note: Very very short fic inspired by @/paris.animatesyt (Arlsan) 's drawing of Leander on tiktok!! Posting it today alongside the other one just to get it out lol
The bar was bustling with it's everyday noises. Patrons and customers sat at their seats, talking, laughing and whispering their own secrets among each other. Nothing unusual.
Another bottle was popped open, the sun shining on the green glass, casting a glow of emerald green around the wooden counter behind which you stood, pouring the shots. The radio played an upbeat, energetic tune, and you couldn't help but slightly sway to the rhytm.
It's been a few weeks since your menu was updated and your new drinks seemed to be a great hit! You were glad you could be of service, attracting new clients not only due to your amazing bartending skills. A drunken flirt was nothing out of the ordinary for you. Usually, you'd just shake your head and carry on with your shift. The same shift you were glad you could be partially spending with Leander. When the nights weren't as packed, you two would sit at the bar and chat for what felt like hours. You weren't surprised he was a great conversationalist, you felt that anyone who looked as classy and neat as him would be.
A few dollars landed into your tip jar, a grateful smile danced on your lips as you watched another customer leave with a happy expression on their face. You turned away to reach for the top shelf when a familair presence filled the air behind you. Not even having to look over the shoulder, you already knew who it was.
Leaning against the counter was your favorite co-worker, playful smile painting his features. You were just about to greet him when he quickly pulled out a mysterious object from behind his back, triumphantly placing it in front of you with a 'clank'.
You stared at it for a second, a bit too surprised even though you shouldn't be.
"Look, I know we've been over this," the man trod carefully, "but just hear me out! I saw a customer leave this behind on one of the tables in the back and I just couldn't leave it there! Right?" his eyes were soft but he quickly changed his joking demeanor when he saw your sudden stern expression.
"I-I called out for them of course!! They didn't seem to want it back, though." he ended his sentence with an awkward laugh, his eyes closed.
In front of you stood a lean bottle. Nothing out of the ordinary so far. Especially not for Leander, who just loved to bring you strange containers of liquids with unknown origins.
"Are you sure they won't be looking for it?" you asked, "I mean, this is a pretty hefty bottle." picking the object into your hands you could feel it's contents were still almost full. The tag has been torn off but not enough that you couldn't still make out the pink outline of a letter 'L', printed in big cursive. You did not recognize that brand.
"Noo, trust me! Come on!" he leaned closer, beaming, "Why don't we try it right now? Add more specials to the menu?"
"Leander, are you sure? You remember the last time... " you began your warning, recalling the copious amounts of drinks he insisted on trying, some with unexplainable side effects which even brought him straight to the hospital.
When you directed your gaze back at him, his own eyes were opened wide, giving you a pleading puppy look.
"Ugh, fine. But just one drink, alright? Just one. " you replied to his enthusiasm. He'd be the one drinking it anyway.
You took out a clean glass, grabbing two more bottles you knew he liked together. Opening the new mystetious substance, a sweet, fruity smell immediately filled the space between you two. That should pair nicely. Quickly pouring the liquids together, you couldn't help but notice the unusual color after it mixed with the rest. The same shade of pink with something which seemed almost like glitter. Such a pretty drink, you silently thought to yourself, maybe it should be added to the menu afterall.
"Bottoms up!" you slid to glass closer to the man, who seemingly had the same thoughts about the drink as you did. His eyes sparkled as he took the beautiful concoction and drank it up in one big gulp. The glitter reflected against the light of the indoor lamps, catching your intrigued attention even more so than before.
"Honestly? It's not that bad. The aftertaste is a little--- " his normal, calm voice was cut off as his hand abruptly shot to his temple, his eyes closing tightly. "Ah!"
"Leander!" you called out, grabbing his shoulders, hoping you wouldn't have to calk 911 again.
"It's uh, it's- " his eyelashes fluttered, he looked around as if a sudden headache overcame his senses, leaving as fast as it came. "It's alright, I'm alright," he panted.
Your grip didn't tightened, wishing he could just spill what was wrong with him this time, not letting you worry so much. His crimson eyes burried deep into yours, his face slowly gaining the same shade. He was eerily quiet, just studying your face as if in a trance, too aware of fhe closeness.
"This one is... " he tried speaking again, but swallowed his words hard instead. "Have you always looked so... ?" he didn't finish, squinting his eyes and leaning even closer, looking too confused.
This reply caught you off guard completely. "What?" you laughed, "What is that supposed to mean?"
He blinked a few times, still not realizing what he just said, the blush on his cheeks still prominent. You might have had an idea what just happened, but you didn't think it was possible. But again, with what you already saw in this town and in this bar, it would be nothing out of the ordinary. The hold onto Leander's shoulders finally let go, you pocketed the bottle somewhere under the counter, far away from the other 'normal' drinks. His stare was drilling holes into you the entire time.
After a few more minutes, you finally spoke up, your own pink tint appearing on you face under this intense gaze, "What?" laughing again, you continued with your work, some other customers already coming back for more rounds. As you shifted your attention back at them, you couldn't shake the familiar pair of eyes off of you. On one hand, it was a little bit nice. Finally having your little crush looking at you so intensely and so adoringly, the other part made you ever so slightly nervous. What were the ethicts of love potions anyway? If it even was a love potion and not just some nuclear-waste-level life threatening beverage. "Don't you have anything better to do?" you joked sarcastically.
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