Note: I’m just spitting fics out today! :D Hope you enjoy this one. I love TJeffs so freaking much.
Request: I JUAT DISCOVERED THIS BLOG AND I AM SO HAPPY I FOUND IT. Can I request a fic with Jefferson with the prompt: “Are you flirting/hitting on her for me? - @tems-promise
Word Count: 992+
Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader
Being a bartender had its ups and downs. The cons were obviously some of the idiots who get drunk off their ass and attempt to get into your pants. Some perks included seeing lots of different faces throughout each day, sometimes seeing foreigners, sometimes friends. But overall, it wasn’t a bad job. It paid well for you being a woman.
“What can I get for you boys?” You asked, approaching two men at the counter. One of the men caught your eye. He had big curly hair, well-trimmed facial hair that adorned his face, a slight smirk that graced his lips, and gleaming chocolate eyes that you could stare into for ages. He was stunningly handsome to say the least.
There was a couple moments of silence as the other man turned to the curly-haired man for an answer. He was met with silence.
“Two glasses of your finest whiskey, please.” The other man spoke up kindly.