Requested by @babyseguin:
I please request a Jordie Benn fic, maybe like a first meeting? Like you run into Jordie at a bar after a win and he ditches the team to sit and chat with you all night?? Thanks 😘😘😘
*I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS because I was smiling the whole time I was writing this, also I’m sorry I suck at flirting but I love you. I also managed to slip in that beard line he regrammed. Enjoy!! :)*
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In the usual bar pick-up fashion, the bartender handed you a
shot of tequila. Unlike the dry martini you’ve been sipping for the past
fifteen minutes, it’s straight up Patrón in a shot glass.
You gave the bartender a polite smile, “I didn’t order this.”
Instead of saying something, he just nudged his head to the
side and smirked. It didn’t take all your brainpower to know that he was
looking at the very rowdy AND loud big men on the other side of the bar. It
didn’t even take half of your brain cells to know that it must have been that
guy with a beard for days who got you the tequila.
I miss Sant Jordi celebrations! 3 years ago I was strolling through the
markets full of books and flowers in Barcelona, where they celebrate
Sant Jordi, where the boys give roses to the girls and the girls give
books to the boys and you can buy books for a lower price throughout
town on the markets and there are so many flowers and it’s just so NICE.
According to the legend, Sant Jordi (the Catalan Saint) slayed a dragon
to save a princess and then gave her a rose that had sprouted from the
dragon’s blood. Thought Mr. Gaiman’s quote quite fitting.
BTW I’m a
master of procrastination. I would have had to write on some work for
uni today but instead I thought “mmhm let’s draw”. Big kick in the ass
for me… Dammit. This is also the reason why I post this pic in such a
very strange (for me) colour palette, I just don’t have time to think
some more on it. Maybe I’ll change it once I actually have time for that.