My Prize
Ship: Corinthian x male!reader
Warnings: Corinthian shit, nothing really.
Desc: yn works at a Burlesque show as a bartender but he envies the girls on the stage. He really wants to be able to do what they do. While hes working, a mysterious blond man makes himself known and makes it clear that he isnt here for the girls.
Notes: I'm so deeply in love with the Corinthian. I'm begging yall, send in The Corinthian requests-
You were working your ass off, filling up order after order. Billy, your co-bartender, had left you for some girl. Probably one of the waiters that also wasnt doing her job. His ass was getting payed for flirting while you were going non-stop.
Any second you would get a brake, you would watched the dancers. Swinging their hips and jumping around like they owned the place. Technically, they did. Everyone came to see them.
You envied their style and glamour. You envied their flirtatious nature. You envied the eyes they got from all the attractive men, then men you could only glance at in passing.
On a lucky day. The owner, Chrissy, would ask you to play in the band if one of the guys was out sick, then you would get a lick of what the girls had.
It wasnt like the girls treated you bad. You were THE bartender they would go to if they had a problem and couldn't find Chrissy or Shawn. Whether it was a costume malfunction or a guy that was getting a little too close or a fight that broke out in the back. They invited you to activities too. Last week, they all took a poll dancing class and invited you. Whenever they would got out for pizza or sushi after work, they would invite you. Sometimes, they would try and hook you up with one of the big rollers that would come in. Saying "you deserve someone that will treat you like a prince." Never worked out but you appreciated their efforts.
"Excuse me." You herd a voice speak over the loud music and chatter of the people.
You turned around and there standing infront of you was another example of something you could look at but never thouch. Kinda ironic for the place you worked at.
The man was tall, blond hair, warm brown stylish clothes, a smile that could talk him in to everything, dark sunglasses. How could he see anything right now?
"What do you recommend?" The man leaned forward, forearms resting on the counter.
"Shots of patrons are always very popular. So are Martinis."
"I'll have a martini then."
You hummed in approve as you pulled out a martini glass and started making the mystery man a drink.
"So, what is a pretty boy like you doing working in the back and not up there?" He asked, pointing to the stage.
You had herd that one before.
"Listen, if you are trying to get cheap drinks, you cant talk your way in to it." You smiled, not even looking up from the drink. You couldn't say his comment didnt nothing for you though. A blush creeped up on your face along with a bit of hope that was quickly shoved down.
"Who said I was trying to get cheap drinks, darlin'"
You couldn't help but cough out a suprised laugh, chewing on your lip.
"Right, because any guy like you would be hitting on a guy that works behind a bar with more eyeliner on then most of the girls because you want something other then free drinks." You smiled to hopefully lessen the tension of your mini rant.
"I'm guessing you get a lot of guys flirting for free drinks?"
"More then you would expect." You slid him his drink.
"And how do you know they are only here for drinks and not to talk with a cute boy?" He hummed, sipping his drink.
"Because they leave after they get their drink."
You and the mystery man stared at eachother. You were waiting for his to prove you right. You were waiting for him to leave the stool chair and go back to whatever date he brought here. Yet, he didnt. Maybe he wanted to prove you wrong.
"I havent left yet."
"So you haven't. Would you like a reward?"
The man laughed and you cursed yourself for letting butterfly's fill your chest.
"Reward would be nice. What do you have to offer? A free drink?"
Now it was your turn to laugh. "Not a chance. But if you stick around long enough, I'll give you a prize. And no, it's not a free drink."
"Alright, that type of prize then?" He finished off the drink.
"Depends."
Then came the next wave of orders. As you worked, filling up the different trays, you half expected the handsome man to leave. It was boring here. More boring then watching the show. But to your suprise, when you were done, he was still there.
You shighed and went back to the man.
"You look great in that outfit. It complements your eyes."
"Oh, thank you." You chuckled, whipping down one of the glasses and placing it with the others. "Not as good as them."
The man swiveled in the chair, turning to look at the dancers. "Are you interested in one of them?"
"No, I dont exactly swing that way."
"You want to be up there, then."
You didnt say anything but you could tell he knew. It was obvious by the way you stared in awe at the girls. Someone who didnt know would probably think you wanted a piece of one of them.
"Have you ever thought of auditioning?"
"I wouldn't be able to do what they do. I would just be a backup dancer for the true stars."
He hummed, turning back to you. "Well, I think, the best view in the place is you."
You looked back at the guy, laughing off his comment. "We may not have any windows but we do have the best view in Hollywood."
"I never got your name, pretty boy."
"Y/n"
"Corinthian."
Corinthian. That sounded oddly familiar but you couldn't place your finger on it.
"Its nice to put a name to a pretty face." You smiled, leaning on the counter.
"Oh, I could say the same for you." His confidence never wavered. Its was very hot. It brought a stronger blush to your face.
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The club was emptying out. The last patrons were emptying out. And the blond man was still keeping you company.
"I stayed the whole time." He said, getting up and grabbing his jacket that he shead some time during yalls conversation. "Wheres my prize?"
"I was just joking about that." You chuckled. "But what do you want."
"Leaning over the counter and close your eyes."
You did as he said. You knew what was coming. It was kinda obvious. And you were right.
A quick kiss was pressed to your lips. It was too short. After all this time you spent with the charmer one small kiss was not enough to feed your need for him.
"I'll see you tomorrow." He hummed and he left.
You shighed and glanced over, seeing all the dancers staring in awe.
"YN! " one of the girls practically screamed, running over and hugging you over the counter.
"And I thought you were a lost cause." Another girl smiled.
"I owe Chrissy 30 bucks."
"It was a quick kiss!" You defended yourself but god, did you hope the blond man had more in store for you.
