okay for your entertainment, chani and i were brainstorming earlier and here's a scenario we crafted: AU where mickey is a florist, across the street from his little flower shop a craft brewery moves in and opens up a bar and restaurant.
ian is a bartender who gets a job at the new bar. one day before opening, his employers send him out to buy some fresh flowers for the tables in the restaurant. ian naturally wanders into the little shop right across the street and meets mickey for the first time.
mickey is intrigued by the sweet friendly redheaded bartender so he starts going over to get a beer at the bar after he closes up shop every evening.
ian is enamored with the rough-around-the-edges dark-haired florist, so he volunteers every chance he gets to go buy fresh flowers for the restaurant tables for the excuse to keep going into mickeys shop.
uuhhhmm...yeah and then eventually they bang. ✨🌸🍺✨
deanna deanna deannaaaa! i love this so fucking much! i also love the little twist of mickey being the florist and ian being the bartender! i feel like typically you'd see them the other way around. but mickey? arranging little bouquets and cutting flower stems?! yes please!
imagine ian going over to get flowers and mickey telling him that his favorite flowers are currently in bloom? "those blue ones over there, they're gorgeous." ian being immediately smitten by this rough tattooed guy showing him lilies. and ian's never given any thought to what his favorite flowers may be, but he can't deny that they're beautiful. blue. bright. breathtaking. like mickey's eyes. he ends up buying a bunch of them, completely going over budget, and bringing them into the bar. thinking on the way that they might look out of place until he sets them down. seeing, realizing, that they fit right in.
mickey coming in every night and pausing a bit by the door. just looking at the bartender expertly mixing and pouring drinks. smiling that megawatt smile at his customers. and, yea, of course they're fawning over him. those arms flexing as he pumps the shaker and bops his head to the music. goddamn! he strides over and hops on a stool down the bar, near the end, next to a vase of lilies. ian catching a glimpse and that smile he's been sporting grows wider. reaching his eyes in a way that's intoxicating. how can mickey possibly look away? so, he gives him a little nod, his face reflecting a matching grin. goofy and smitten.
ian finishing serving his customer and giving the bar a little rap. a *tap tap* with his knuckles. his coworker looking over and shooting an endeared eyeroll in his direction. they switch places. ian immediately going to station himself near mickey. pouring a beer along the way - he knows what mickey likes now. strolling, handing it over with a wink and a twinkle in his eyes.
they stand there for a few beats, not saying a word. unable to look away from each other. and then:
"the flowers look good, man."
"yea, they do. they brighten up the place."
not once looking away. and they both feel it. the pull. the magnetism.
this is the start. this is it.
their wedding will be full of lilies.
