being hit on Infront of bartender!simon tho. like would he cut them off, or just be a super big scary guy till they leave???? or he could just be real petty and call the bouncers to have the dude hitting on you straight up kicked out
sincerly, and with many a ramble,
Bartender!Simon if someone was actively flirting on you right in-front of his face
a/n: felt like this needed to be like a small drabble heh/ thank you T3 for the idea :3
Itās a typical Friday night, youāre off work finally and youāre at your favorite bar, talking to Simon. As always itās a routine, you donāt mind anyways and itās always nice to talk to someone who actually listens.
You talk to Simon, going on and on about the drama going on at work, not until some lanky guy that you didnāt know well, but a face you could recognize. Heās cute kinda nerdy and fit.
Now heās actively flirting with you in-front of Simon and he isnāt having it, but Simon isnāt gonna let you know that, youāre not his partner so why should he even intrude on this weird dude whoās flirting on you? The weird dude who he has had to kick out multiple times for being too drunk?
Simon isnāt the type to get jealous but man he was starting to develop that feeling when this guy starts getting touchy with you.
Now this was a true ābruh.ā moment for him. Why is this fuckin guy all up on his costumer like some kind of frat boy, heās talking about his ācar collectionā when Simon knows he has some broken down car that he hasnāt put in repairs in for yet.
Also, Simon isnāt ignoring the fact that this weirdo interrupted his perfectly good conversation with his favorite regular, heās been waiting all week for this goddamn conversation and now itās being swiped away.
Now, Simon isnāt evil but.. he just didnt want you talking to this guy. So purposely he āaccidentallyā spills a drink on the guy,
āMy fault mate. Need a napkinā?ā
The guy feels the wetness on his old worn out shirt, the wet stain spreading everywhere on his shirt, then his pants. The guy gets mad, starts cursing at Simon, saying; āThis is your fault ya littlā fuckr!ā before heās dragged out the bar for disturbing the peace.
āNow back to what you were sayinā, luv?ā Simon grumbles as he looks back you, a whiskey glass in his hand with a rag in the other, acting as if he didnāt just do that on purpose, but he isnāt gonna let you know that.