oooh could I please request something where the reader goes to their first gay bar and is just having a good time, how would Tracer and Pharah (separately or together competing, you pick!) try to pick'em up and flirt a lil bit? :,) thank youuuuu
Long time no creating! mod apollo here to fulfill your request.
TRACER:
This was your first time ever at a gay bar. You usually weren’t the type of person to go to any bar, let alone a gay one. However, your friends dragged you along, saying that you had to experience a bar at least once in your life before you wrote them off forever and said they were terrible. No point in complaining about a place you had never been to before, right? So that’s how you ended up here. The bar is surprisingly comfortable. It is not so different from the types you see in movies; the lighting is dark, but streaks and strobes of bright neon colors illuminate most of the club. A colorful, rainbow colored bar is where you currently reside, sipping on a simply club soda. Your friends are out at the dance floor, mingling and enjoying the pulsing and energizing beat that you feel almost altering your heart rhythm. Surprisingly, you don’t really see any couples aggressively making out with one another, or questionable movements that are barely disguised as anything but sex. The most you see is grinding, but other than that, it’s not terrible. It doesn’t reek terribly of sweat or sex either. Perhaps you would come again some time.
You take another sip of your club soda and sigh softly. Your friends gave up trying to drag you to the dance floor. It made you nervous – the fact that you hadn’t been to a bar before really intensified your nerves. You weren’t too confident in your dancing and mingling skills, so you stuck to the bar. You at least could catch your breath and join in when you were comfortable. You were fine with taking your time with this.
As you finished the last of your drink, you see a brunette girl talking to her friends – a short, Korean girl and a taller blonde woman, pointing at your for a second. The two with the brunette nodded in approval at something. You looked away before you were seen staring and watching them like a hawk, though you were left wondering what that was all about.
Seems like you would get your answer, as not a moment later the brunette came up to you and took a seat in the empty chair next to you, a darling bright smile upon her face.
“Couldn’t help but notice you sitting alone here,” She commented, her voice and accent chipper and bright. She was more luminous than any of the strobe lights flashing throughout the club.
“Just taking my time. It’s my first time at a bar,” The girl next to you raises her eyebrows in surprise.
“Really? It’s my first time here too!” She replies brightly. She then flags down the bartender and asks for a club soda – the same thing you’re drinking. “It’s nice to know I’m not alone. My friends have been here so many times before,” She then gestures to the blonde and Korean girl she was talking to earlier, and you look back. The Korean girl waves at you.
“It’s a bit… Intimidating,” You reply, taking a short pause to find the word. It wasn’t overwhelming, but simply something that made you a bit more apprehensive. It was much like being the new student at a new school.
“Hey, why don’t we calm those nerves with some dancing, yeah?” She offers, right as her drink appears in front of her. Her smile and general attitude is infectious; you can feel your apprehension slipping away.
“I’d love to,” She offers her hand and you take it, the both of you heading out onto the dance floor. Your friends notice and are surprised, as it looked to them that you were simply just watching and not interacting, and now here you were with a cute girl, dancing the night away.
Much like her chipper voice and infectious optimism finds its way in you and instantly makes you a smiling, laughing mess of happiness, the music finds its way into you and you get lost in it and the girl’s words and stories. She tells you about her travels, never really telling you why she does travel so much. She tells you stories of Nepal, of Lijiang, and of Route 66. They all sound so magical and you’re instantly immersed into every story while also staying grounded on the dance floor of the bar, her words taking you to far off lands but also keeping you so focused on her and only her.
As the time ticks away, you realize that your friends are starting to leave, and they just so happen to be your ride home. You interrupt one of her stories, sadly, to tell her that you have to head on back. One of your friends is waiting for you by the bar, the rest waiting outside.
“Wait! Before you go,” She gingerly grabs your wrist and seemingly out of no where she pulls out a pen and scribbles something onto the skin of your forearm. You crane your neck and see that she’s writing down a phone number.
“Text me when you get home. I had a lovely night!” She finishes the last number with flourish, making you giggle.
“Before I go, I’ll give you something too,” You smile and lean up and quickly peck her cheek with a soft kiss. You feel her cheeks heat up instantly and when you pull away, her cheeks are bright red.
PHARA
Clubs and bars were nothing new to you. You and your friends frequented it as a means of celebration almost every Friday, though the reason for celebration was just for the sake of it. This Friday night was no different; as soon as each of you got off work, you headed out to the streets to scavenge around for a good bar to spend the night away in.
One of your friends points out a recently opened bar, and she excitedly tells all of you its a gay bar. You’d never been to one before, and neither did most of your friends, so all of you were more than willing and excited to see what entailed inside. All of you hurried off to the bar, chattering excitedly about it.
As soon as you enter, it’s a rather comfortable mood already set. The lights are dim, as they typically are in a bar, but the spectrum of colors is all of them: rainbow. They clearly did not want to hold back on showing the fact that this was a gay bar. You could pick out couples instantly in the crowd, some engaging in conversation at the bar, or others out on the small dance floor, swaying and mingling with others. The music was loud and pulsing, but not overbearing and intense.
As you finish scanning the bar, your eyes land on someone who catches your eye. It’s a tall woman, her skin a warm brown that looks oh so divine and heavenly, dark brown eyes that instantly captivate you and stance and stature that told you she was not one to mess around with. The two of you met each other’s gazes, and the woman stops mid conversation to look at you. You give a meek smile, a bit embarrassed you were caught staring, and follow one of your friends to the bar, the others heading to the dance floor.
“Who were you ogling at?” Your friend asks, and your cheeks grow warm in further embarrassment.
“I wasn’t ogling anyone,” You retort, though it’s flimsy and doesn’t do well to convince your friend of anything.
“Whatever you say, (y/n).”
The two of you take a seat at the bar, and your friend flags down the bartender and orders a drink. You decide to hold off on any drinking for the time being, wanting to take in the bar and its atmosphere a bit more before starting any drinking.
You look around the bar again, mostly to see what your friends on the dance floor are up to when you notice the woman you saw before now walking towards you, her face gaining more definition as she comes closer, and damn, if she isn’t one of the most beautiful women you have ever seen. Seeing her from a distance didn’t do her gorgeous looks any justice.
Your friend nudges your arm playfully before moving to a different seat, leaving the one next to you open. The woman takes it. You pretend not to see the victorious fist pump into the air by your friend.
The woman orders a drink before turning to you, giving you a quick up and down look. You’re not sure if its a good thing, but you stay positive.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. Is this your first time?” The woman asks, her face unreadable. She at least looks interested in you.
“Yeah. Me and my friends just found this place,” You reply, a bit too quiet for your liking.
“Glad you stopped by. You’re a new and pretty face,” She threw a wink in as well and you felt your cheeks flush with heat. Damn, were you not expecting such a comment.
“Why don’t I treat you to a drink?” She offers, and you gladly accept. You give the bartender your drink of preference and the woman places it on her tab.
Your drinks arrive and the two of you fall into a natural conversation. The woman tells you her name is Phara, and every moment you feel yourself getting more and more attracted to her. She tells you about how she was in the military, which explains how impeccable her physical form is and how domineering her presence is. Years and years of training, she tells you, throwing a wink in, is the secret to confidence.
Eventually the two of you finish your drinks and move towards the dance floor. The alcohol in your system makes you just the right amount of tipsy to be comfortable with dancing, though you’re sure it’s nothing impressive. The two of you exchange anecdotes of your pass, from your first kiss to embarrassing times in high school and so on. As the night drags on, the two of you never want to leave each other.
Your friend from before, the one who moved seats just so Phara could sit next to you tells you that she and the others are leaving the bar now to head home. You look to Phara before deciding that you could stay longer here, soaking in Phara’s presence as much as you could. Your friends leave with goodbyes in varying levels of sobriety.
The night ends with Phara suggesting that the two of you go to her place to crash, and you willingly accept. She says its close by and you two can have as much privacy as you want. It sounds absolutely wonderful.
