NHL Imagines

Tyler Seguin

This is probably my only imagine for the night...

Requests open until midnight (MST) 2/26

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You and a few of your friends were sitting in a Dallas bar, having fun on a Saturday night. Two of you had birthdays in the past week so you all drove to the city to celebrate by going to a Cowboys game.

A group of guys walked in and your friends started to plan how to casually start talking to them.

"I bet you can't get him to kiss you." Your friend pointed at the guy with two full sleeves and a snapback. It was pretty obvious that his whole crew had already been drinking.

"What do I get if I can make it happen?" You asked, not taking your eyes off the guy across the room from you.

"I'll buy you those shoes you liked. If you can't, you buy my drinks for the night."

"Alright. Give me an hour and I can make it happen." You got up to go to the bar, brushing into him on your way there. "Sorry."

After he knew that you were there, he kept looking at you, making you smile and look down at the table. It took a while for you to get the courage up to talk to him, but finally you stood up and walked over to him.

"You finally came over." He was being cocky and you weren't into that whole fuckboy act, but you weren't going to back down from a bet.

"Yeah. Are you going to buy me a drink or should I find someone else to do that?"

"I think I could make that happen. What do you want?"

"Dirty Shirley."

You talked for a while, really hitting it off. Then you decided to bring up the bet.

"Okay, so my friend bet me a pair of shoes that I couldn't make you kiss me." 

"Well, you can't make me kiss you," he smirked, "But I can't let you lose the bet." You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him down. Every time you tried to break the kiss, he would pull you closer.

"So does this mean I get your number?" He asked, blatantly happy about our makeout session.

"I actually am from Waco."

"That's not very far away and I have a car."

"Yeah, okay George Strait. I guess I'll give it to you." You told him, rolling your eyes as you put your number into his phone.