Based off the prompt ’You’re the bartender and you catch someone slipping something into my
drink’ McKirk Au
The pill fell into Jim’s glass soundlessly sinking to the bottom of the brown
rust colored liquid slowly dissolving while Jim looked up towards the entrance
of the bar seeking for somebody, anybody
to save him from the man who’d plopped down next to his left. Finding no one he knew
to save him, Jim reluctantly turned back to facing forward. He held back a gasp
finding the man way too inside his personal space.
“Uhh,” Jim cleared his throat trying to find
some dignity. “Personal bubble?”
The man, red hair too bright even with bar lights
dimming the atmosphere and eyes brown but dull looked back at him. Jim held
back a shiver, he didn’t know why but he sure as shit didn’t want this man as
close as he was. Something was wrong with him, Jim just couldn’t figure out what.
The bar top was sticky as the man – Jim hadn’t even caught his name or if he
did he couldn’t remember – grabbed for the drink he’d brought with him when he’d
sat down. He held up his beer bottle. “A toast?”
bare your teeth at people, Jimmy. It’s bad taste.”
Gaila’s scolding voiced laughed in his head.
go away, please go away. Jim’d had a long day and this was
just perfect, just what he didn’t
need. Some guy trying to pick him up on fucking Thirsty Thursday. Kirk luck running true to form.
Annoying Guy clanked his glass against Jim’s loudly with
a thin smirk on his pale pasty face. Even his smile spiked a pit of unease inside Jim. The man waited, patiently switching to look between the drink in
front of Jim and Jim's’ lips. The blonde felt a cold chill run down his arms making the hair stand on end. His Danger sense was tingling - something wasn’t right.
Fine. Alright. Just a little bit of liquid courage then he’d tell this guy to beat it. He picked up his glass feeling condensation
wetting his hand then brought it up to his mouth–
“Hey! Stop!” A deep accented voice yelled a
second before the brim of the glass touched Jim’s lips. He swung his head
around seeing a good looking man advancing towards him with fire blazing
through his eyes like a mother bear protecting her cubs. It was the
bartender. And he was pissed.
Jim felt his heart race at the sight of him, what?
What had he done? He wasn’t starting a fight – for once. He wasn’t trying to
pick anyone up – for once. And he wasn’t trying to have a quickie in the
bathroom – okay, that was one time… two times. He’d never even been inside this bar before!
The bartender growled, actually growled when he stomped close enough.
“He laced it. Put a pill in your drink,
kid.” The batman’s face was red as he spat the words. Jim felt his drink
dropping from his hand, it spilled over the already sticky wood. He jerked back
when the older man with stubble dusting his chin lunged forward grabbing for
the asshole next to him. Anger made Jim’s cheeks redden but before he could do
anything the pissed off barman had his would-be drugger out of his seat and
across the bar by the collar of his shirt.
Damn. Stubbled Barman was strong.
Jim didn’t noticed the other patrons in the bar quiet down
listening in, rubber-necking and trying to get up on tip toes to see what was
“Listen here you little prick,” Barman
started just loud enough for Jim to hear over the music. He was an inch in
front of Asshole Guy’s face. “If you ever do something like that again I
won’t hesitate to shove my foot so far up your ugly ass you’ll be tasting
leather.” He snarled as the guy whimpered out something. Barman
looked scary, brown and green blended eyes blazing and hair falling down into
his face. “I should beat your ass right now for tryin’ to pull somethin’
like that. As it is, I’m not fixin’ to replace my tables again so I’ll just
have Spock here escort you out.” A man shouldered his way to beside Jim.
He was tall, black haired and though his muscles didn’t bulge there was an air
of don’t-mess-with-me about him.
The guy whimpered something out again that Jim
couldn’t hear but the bartender shook him hard, silencing him as his head snapped
back and forth.
“If I ever see you in my bar again you might find
yourself having an accident. Get me?” Then low, so low that even Jim
wondered if he’d heard it right the bartender whispered, “No one ever
suspects the bartender, get what I’m saying?”
As quickly as it all began Jim saw the man being
shoved back and grabbed by the other man who stood next to him. He was then
marched – shoved – out the bar roughly. Jim just sat there. Shocked and feeling
sick to his stomach. Liquid from his spilled drink made the wood slick and wet, his clothes had taken the brunt of the drugged alcoholic beverage. His pants and lower shirt were soaked. He had to think back, did he drink anything after the guy
had drugged it? Shit. He was almost roofied. Shit. That
would’ve been bad. Like really bad. Like horribly bad. The guy could have
killed him or-or raped him or done anything he wanted with him! Shit. Shit.
“Hey, kid!” The bartender that had saved him
grabbed for Jim’s shoulder when he’s started to sway sideways. “You with me?”
His savior looked generally concerned eyeing him without removing his hand. “What’s
“Jim… Jim Kirk.” His voice was hoarse. He
blinked sluggishly feeling bile at the back of his throat. God, he was going to
“Leonard.” The man said.
Jim blinked at him again. “Huh?”
“My name,” the man – Leonard – chuckled running his hand through his hair. “Take a deep
breath Jim, you’re not breathing.”
“Oh,” Jim felt so stupid. In more ways than
one. He drew in a deep breath filling his lungs until he couldn’t put any more
air inside then let it out slowly. “Thanks for-uh-”
“Don’t mention it. Seriously, no big deal.”
Jim just nodded not trusting his voice. He should
really get home, change - possibly throw away - his clothes, go to bed and try to pretend this disastrous night never
“Why don’t I buy you a drink? You can even watch
me pour it to make sure.” Leonard gave him a closed lipped smile cocking
his head to the side placing one hip against the bar and a hand on his other. Jim
shook his head about to protest but then sighed. “Just water would be good
at this point.”
Looking down at the wood Jim tried not to feel the stares on his back from the
other patrons. So much for a quiet night out. Absently he scratched at a chip
in the wood with his blunt fingernail pushing around a cube of ice. A glass of iced water was sat down in
front of him the same time as Leonard filled the stool to the right.
“I’m gonna sit with you awhile, alright darlin? You’re gonna be fine.”
Jim felt a smile play over the side of his mouth, he felt oddly comforted by this strange man who’d basically saved his life. He
turned towards Leonard feeling warmth swell in his stomach. Leonard looked back
at him with an easy smile and a soft look playing in his eyes.