|| Warnings; bar settings, drunk reader, reader gets in a scuffle with Sevika, gambling mentions, drunk flirting, struggles with feelings, short drabble, maybe a series if the people want it
|| Summary; when reader's well into her drinks, she decides to mess with Sevika. Just a little more.
Requests open!!
Started; December 24th
Finished; December 24th
HurtCember2024; Day 21, Afraid
Request; i NEED an enemies to lovers
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The bar was filled with various conversations, loud laughter, and the occasional scuffle.
You were sat down in a booth not too far from the counter. Well into your fourth drink and definitely starting to feel the effects of it. You'd been to The Last Drop enough times to be considered a regular by this point. The bartender knew you by name and your usual go to orders. You'd even been around enough to make some enemies.
The main one was definitely not someone you should have pissed off. Silco's right hand, Sevika. You'd been really drunk one night and after losing to her in a gamble, you'd thrown your drink at her. She did not take well to that. The two of you have kept at a distance ever since. You'd be on one side of The Last Drop while she'd go to the complete opposite end.
Today was no different. You were in your usual spot, while Sevika was far off in the corner. Playing a game of cards. Finishing your fourth drink, you went to the bartender and ordered another. This time going with something a little lighter. As he was mixing the drink, your drunken mind got a brilliant idea.
A grin slid its way across your lips and you marched right over to Sevika, reading off her cards out loud for the rest of the players. They shared confused glances while Sevika's hand crushed the cards she was holding. Turning to you with a glare so sharp that if looks could kill... you'd be a goner.
"You think you're funny?" Sevika asked. Though, you knew it was a rhetorical question. Not that that stopped you from answering, of course. Anything to push Sevika's gears a little further.
"Yeah, I do. Some other people here would agree too," you shrugged. Next thing you knew you were pinned up against the wall. Your heart raced as her prosthetic crossed your face. Keeping your mouth shut. The metal sending a shiver through your body.
There was a part of your feelings towards Sevika you'd always ignored. Being afraid to say anything about them. Probably a smart choice too because you could almost guarantee that Sevika didn't see you the same. Unless pissing each other off was also her way of flirting and honestly, you could see that for her. But you played it safe. For the most part... when you were drunk like this it was a different story.
"We gonna kiss or what?" You asked with a teasing smirk, after squirming your way up just enough to free your mouth. Sevika's eyes narrowed and she shoved you to the floor.
You hit the ground with a thud, a bouncer making his way over to separate the two of you.
Sevika just huffed and sat back down where she had been before. A deeper part of her felt a little flustered by your comment. A fluster she masked with anger. However, she wasn't sure if that was just the alcohol or if a dumb part of her was starting to feel things for you...
Plot: Zhongli, who’s held a dislike towards Fontaine’s hydro ‘Archon’ from the moment that his hatchling gripped tight to tales of a water dragon, rather than Rex Lapis. Not that Neuvillette cares - visiting for the holidays past his regions
Pairing: Zhongli x reader - Neuvillette x reader
+ Zhen (baby #1) (Jealousy)
Zhongli's drunken stupor sharpens to alertness at the mention of that preening popinjay Neuvillette darkening Liyue's shores. Here? Now? The impertinence! Comes to poach his mate and corrupt his heir, no doubt.
Well, Zhongli’s not cowering.
Lurching upright with a growl, he sways unsteadily after you and Zhen towards the gilded interloper. The crowds part around his weaving bulk, murmuring anxiously at the thunderous scowl. Let them gawk.
There, surrounded by fawning sycophants as always, stands the thorn in Zhongli’s side. Smug and poised as a peacock amidst plain fowl. The urge to put the guppy in his place surges hotly. But Zhen's clear admiration gives him pause. As does your glance, silently warning restraint. Very well, he shall hold his temper…for now.
But his glower promises a reckoning long overdue. Drawing himself up, he rumbles low and dangerous, “Neuvillette. An unexpected...pleasure." The last word drips sarcasm. Civility rapidly frays.
The hydro barely spares him a dismissive glance, dilated attention fixed hungrily upon you and Zhen. As though you are prizes to be claimed, not people with wills of your own. The insult fans fury's flames. When Neuvillette deigns to finally acknowledge him, the words drip condescension. "Morax. Still clinging to your titles, I see. Though they ring rather hollow now." His smile turns sly, gaze raking your form. "Perhaps it's time you stepped aside for...younger blood."
The brazen challenge snaps Zhongli's fraying restraint. With a roar, he lunges, only to be caught by Childe and Xiao's combined strength. But he strains against their hold, rage blazing in molten golden eyes. "You overreach, whelp! I yet reign here!" Around them, crowds murmur anxiously, guards converging warily.
Neuvillette watches in cool amusement, unfazed by the Archon's fury. "So the dragon bares his fangs. But words hold more sway than might these days." His smile turns cutting. "Take care you are not...replaced." Zhongli trembles with the urge to rip out that serpent's forked tongue. But reluctantly, he stills at your pleading look, pride warring with wisdom.
This is not the place...but there will be a reckoning. With a last seething glower at his smirking rival, he turns sharply away. "Come. We depart."
I was at my boyfriend's house tonight and his mom was drunk and started fighting with her boyfriend. We were downstairs in the basement/his room and could hear it all. There was so much yelling and hurtful things said by both of them and it just really made me appreciate my house and parents growing up. My parents NEVER yelled like that, especially about the things they were arguing about. It was actually kind of scary and made me extremely uncomfortable. He was pretty much sleeping through the whole thing and it just makes me wonder how often it happens to make it normal to him. So thank you mom and dad for not fighting. Thank you for not getting drunk. Thank you for not screaming at each other. Thank you for keeping a stable household. I couldn't tell you how much I appreciate it an you both. I love you guys.
wanting a plot based off of the song chandelier by sia where they both have tragic as fuck background stories and they drown their sorrows out from drinking and vent so neither one of them remember the others story in the morning
and I finally met my neighbors to the right!
They just had a bumpin’ Spring Break party and it was still going at 5am. I was up anyway, but all of a sudden I start hearing people yell obscenities (something about someone’s mom). I cracked the blinds and saw a big group of people in the street outside my window getting into a fight! Now, I know they're drunk, but seriously?
So I did what any classy lady would do…
I threw on some pants, stormed outside and yelled “Y’ALL NEED TO GO THE FUCK HOME! IT’S 5 IN THE MORNING!”
The crowd slowly dispersed and one by one the vehicles lining my street sped away. Then, as I turned to walk back inside, two gentlemen came running up to applaud my angry neighboring! I felt terrible because they were so nice, but they were glad I got their drunk friends to go home. They introduced themselves, apologized profusely, we joked about how I had to put pants on for this, and then they complimented our fire-pit my roommates built in the backyard.
I thought they were weird because one of them is always twirling a broom like a baton on his front porch, but they’re actually pretty cool. I can't wait to tell my roommates.
I’m glad to know we have cool neighbors!
Their drunk ghetto friends, however…
Eh, maybe not so much.
I'm currently in a funny kind of sleeping pattern that gets later and later. At the moment I feel like I am disturbed by all noises, so it's never gonna' happen at 4am on a Friday night on quite possibly the rowdiest street in England.
I wouldn't swap it though. I love to just open my window, and stand in the nude, observing. Something kind of self satisfactory when you are naked and you can see other people, but they can't see you. That probably sounds wrong but it gives you a certain degree of smug.
People shaking hands as if they are new best friends, then 10 seconds later are on the floor brawling it out whilst a girl throws a full bag of chips at them, her fat, chubbier friend who is purely there because everyone knows if you look average but stand next to a fatty you suddenly look pretty damn attractive, retrieves the chips out of the scuffle shouting "there's 2 pooonds of chips there like!"
Saddens me when I then see the one guy get surrounded by about 4 lads. Well, it doesn't really sadden me, he shouldn't have been a complete tosser swinging a punch to begin with. Just as long as he doesn't get too fucked up.
Eventually the police arrive, killing the situation immediately as the rowdy ones disappear around the corner, going opposite ways. Time to climb back into bed I suppose.
my mom's boyfriend is super psycho. we had just put my dog down around 7pm and were all really upset soo my mom and her boyfriend went "out" (aka to the bar) i couldn't sleep, so i took some benadryl and FINALLY had just fallen asleep and my brother woke me up. i go out to the front yard to find he (john) threw the recycle bin over her new car, smashed the windshield, and was bitching at her calling both me and her names SO i may or may not have punched him in the face. about 10 times. they were so wasted, my mom was like falling over and just being so fucking obnoxious. anyway, my brother and i are beyond sick of this happening so we called our grandmother to come get us and walked up the street to meet her as 8 cops showed up at my house. since my mom and her boyfriend have a protective order against eachother from last time i bet they're royally fucked. she won't answer her phone so i'm guessing they brought her to jail and as for john pretty sure he's facing prison time. what the fuck is my life. watch her go back to him AGAIN. fuckin' hate that douchebag- you have no idea how long i'v waited to punch him in the fucking face. my mom really needs an intervention.
I've been listening to Dropkick Murphys for the past 45 minutes.
Now I want to go start a drunken brawl in one of those basement bars. I wonder if that's a typical side-effect on people who listen to Irish punk music.
