#137 - For anonymous
Filling the prompt “a fic based on Glasgow? Like how they meet and all of the sudden there falling in drunk in love? You may have something similar but I’m thinking like she wraps him around her fingers and the boys all talk about how he’s whipped and like when she can’t be with him, he’s just wants her to himself”
You’d met Van at your favourite bar and it was cliché as all fuck. He arrived late, and everyone in your newly combined social group was already drunk. He walked to the bar and perched on a stool. Jess, the bartender, walked to him and took his order. You watched as he hesitated, not getting up. He stayed on the stool and started to sip the beer.
“Maybe… instead of looking, staring at his back, you could just go talk to him?” you friend whispered in your ear. She was right; you were staring and chewing your lip and being super fucking weird. Nodding, you stood up and walked over and took the stool next to his.
“Hey, Y/N. The usual?” Jess asked.
“Um. I think maybe we need a couple shots, to catch this one up,” you said. She smirked and nodded. Van looked over at you. “No fun being the only sober one,"
"You ain’t that drunk,” he replied smiling and looking you up and down.
“I am… holding myself together.” He laughed, his pointy teeth on display. Jess lined up two shots each, and put a cider next to you too. You clinked your teeny tiny glass against Van’s, and downed it. He scrunched his face up and it was so human and beautiful. The second shot went down easier.