anyway here's a little bit of the flambert fic i'm currently writing <3
i'm probably gonna post it on ao3 when i'm done
Robert sighed as he pushed the bar's door open, not even giving a quick look around as he went straight for an unoccupied stool at the counter. He sat down and quickly ordered his first beer.
He was halfway through his drink when he heard someone sit on the stool next to him, but he ignored it. What made him turn his head was the person's distinct voice and irritating choice of words.
"What's your depressing flat ass doing here, bitch."
At this point if there was a god or higher power it must hate Robert to death.
He glanced to the side, looking at Flambae and his not that surprising choice of clothes. The man was out of his superhero suit and wearing an extremely tight long sleeve shirt, that of course had a v-neck.
His eyes went lower, to the black belt with gold accents, blue jeans that hugged his thighs incredibly well... wait, why was he looking at Flambae's thighs?
"Eyes up here, Bob-Bob. What? Are you checking me out?" The smirk on his face was so clear that he didn't even have to look to know it was there.
Robert rolled his eyes and looked back up at Flambae, only now noticing that he didn't have his hair in the usual ponytail. "You wish. And this is a bar, what do you think I'm here for." His tone was his usual sarcastic one as he took another sip of beer.
"From how you look i took you for a little bitch that drinks alone at home and cries on the floor." Flambae leaned with an arm on the counter and gestured at the bartender for a drink, quickly getting three shots placed in front of him. He must be a regular then.
"I do that too, but i didn't feel like it today." He finished his beer and asked for a refill, watching with the corner of his eye as Flambae quickly downed all three shots.
Robert looked at him with wide eyes, the hotheaded man raising an eyebrow at him. "What?" It didn't sound aggressive, mostly confused.
"Nothing, just didn't expect you to drink them that quickly." As he sipped on his beer, his eyes wandered again. From Flambae's lips, to his jaw, down his neck and stopping at the man's exposed collarbones.
He already knew that he founded Flambae attractive, who wouldn't? He's 6'4, muscular, with a pretty face and well kept, long hair. If it wasn't for his personality he bet Flambae wouldn't be single.
His eyes suddenly snapped down to his leg when he felt a warm hand grabbing his thigh, looking up to find Flambae smirking at him, that tooth gap oddly charming.
"Trust me, Robby, i can swallow a lot more." What the fuck.... was Flambae flirting with him?? Maybe he was just imagining it, but he got proved wrong by feeling his thigh getting squeezed and Flambae moving slightly closer to him.
Robert felt his cheeks flush at the realization that he was flirting with him and that he actually didn't mind at all.
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