16 for the prompts, please? I love your writing!
16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”
Derek didn’t hate being a bartender, he made good tips, the hours were flexible so he had time to rehearse with his band, and he was pretty good at it. What he did hate, was getting hit on by drunk people all night, and the drunker they got, the bolder they got.
Tonight was no exception. It was Saturday which meant the bar was packed and Derek was busy enough that he could ignore the tall blonde guy that had been leering at him since he walked in with his friends a few hours prior.
Around 1:30 the bar started to clear out, which made Derek breathe a sigh of relief, he was exhausted and they had been so busy that neither he, nor Erica could slip out from behind the bar to do any of the restocking that they needed to before they could leave tonight.
Derek slipped out from behind the bar and made his way through the thinned out crowd to the back room where the beer cooler was.
He changed three of the tapped kegs, grabbed a box and filled it with the liquors they needed, and then grabbed a case of beer before he slipped out the door and started back toward the bar.
He had barely made it three feet before the blonde guy was approaching him. He walked faster, darting out of the man’s pack and got behind the bar before the guy could talk to him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t stand there and talk while Derek tried to do his job.
“You’re too sexy to be a bartender,” The guy slurred out, leaning hard on the bar in a way that told Derek he had been over served. He shot Erica a look and she just shrugged and went back to wiping down the counter.
“I think you could use some water,” Derek said instead of acknowledging the comment. He found the best way to deal with unwanted advances was to ignore them.
“You’re a tall drink of,” the guy hiccuped, “Water.”
Derek set a plastic cup in front of the man and found his hand being grabbed, “Please let go.”
“I’ll never let go,” The guy said and then he giggled. Derek tugged his hand away and the guy said, “Don’t be like that baby, let me take you home.”
“No,” Derek said, voice firm. He was saved from any more comments by one of his regulars, Stiles, stepping up to the bar and leaning over so he and Derek could half hug. Stiles hadn’t been around much this week and Derek had missed him, “The usual?”
The guy looked between Stiles and Derek for a moment before muttering, “Has a fucking boyfriend,” and walking away.
“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to,” Stiles said with a grin that made Derek’s stomach flip.
“Nah, he’s just a drunk ass, I deal with them all the time,” Derek said with a smile. “You’re in here late.”
“I just got back from a business trip out west,” Stiles said, “And I couldn’t miss seeing your sunshiny face, not after not seeing you at all this week.”
“We’ve texted,” Derek said, “And Snapchatted.”
“It’s not as good as the real thing,” Stiles said with a wink.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were hitting on me,” Derek said, the smile still on his face.
“If I was?”
“I’d be okay with it.”
“Then I am,” Stiles said, “Brunch tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Derek said, he could feel his ears burning and was grateful that it was dark in the bar. “I’ll text you my address, you can pick me up.”
“See you then,” Stiles said, leaning over the bar and kissing Derek on the cheek before he turned and left. The blonde guy glared at him as he walked away, but Derek barely saw him, he was too transfixed by Stiles.