jacks girl pt. 4
this is really long so read at your own risk lol
cw: mention of drugs and there's a puking part so just letting you know if thats triggering for you. i'll put a ~ in that part of you want to skip it
also for context this is another y/n the other y/n ran away with sapnap
btw i noticed people get confused on this story but the y/n here is a different one woahhh
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You enter the half empty bar hoping this could be a good distraction from the long day you had at work today. Your bosses constant torment was driving you crazier than ever, every year around this time work would get like this. You couldn't do anything about it though, as much as you hated saying it, you were just another worker with a 9-5 miserable office job.
There weren't things that passionate you anymore, just taking out your stress in this same bar every once in a while. At least you had a stable job and a good place to live.
Like most adults, drinking drowned your pain. It made you forget about the fact that you haven't been able to hang out with friends due to work, haven't been able to visit your younger brother, barely talk to your parents, no one to come home to. but the bar was sadly your safe space to go to at night, a place to brush those negative thoughts off your mind.
The bar had the same odd mood with dimmed lights illuminating the place, a few people talking and others sitting by themselves. Seemed like a normal night at the bar but one random guy catches your attention. when you were making your way to the counter you notice a man sitting on one of the stools, hunched over hitting his shot glass on the wooden counter.
you took a seat about three stools away from him, eyeing the man trying your best not to be obvious.
he was surprisingly bald despite the fact that he might be around his 20s. You noticed he had one of those expensive suits that rich assholes at work wore and often bragged about, his white button up shirt was halfway undone and his tie was loose around his neck, he looked as miserable as you were.
the disappointment and sadness in his eyes seemed familiar to you.
you noticed how red his eyes were but you knew it wasn't from drugs or anything, he was crying. the strange man looked tired and drunk just asking for more from the bartender. Rough night you assumed, but then you looked down at his hand. he was playing with a ring rolling it around his index and thumb. this ring he was playing with looked precious with a beautiful aquamarine stone in the middle, and small diamonds decorating it.
even though the ring was beautiful, he was looking at it as if it was the root of all his problems. It was easy to tell he was trying his hardest to keep it together.
"take it easy on the shots sir" the bartender says looking at the sad man.
"i dont care.. just give me another please" He pleaded looking up at the bartender with sad eyes.
even his tone was hard to hear, you wished you could help but it was none of your business to begin with.
the bartender just sighs serving him another shot, the man holds it up mouthing a 'thank you' and drinking it quickly coughing a little.
"can i start you off with anything miss?" the bartender asks you cutting you off from your nosiness.
you pull down your big black sunglasses putting the side and pretend nothing happened.
