Got Me Right (Jerry Cantrell & Eddie Vedder X OFC)

Chapter 1

WARNING 18+ READERS ONLY. CONTAINS MENTION OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.

The bar is bustling as it is every Friday night, with people laughing, talking and starting fights. Standard for Seattle in 1992.
My shift started an hour ago and it's currently 7.30PM. With five more hours on the clock to go. I stand behind the counter, pulling pints and taking orders as usual, serving the usual faces.

My boyfriend, Ryan is due to play a gig here this evening with his band. They are a small band who are playing the music scene in this town most nights. I wish I could say I support him but our relationship has been sour as of late and he hates me working here. He gets jealous, very jealous. Even if just one person lays an eye on me, as is expected in a busy bar. No matter how many times I reassure him, he still finds reason to doubt me.
It becomes difficult to explain his actions to others, especially when he slapped me a week ago for chatting to my Co worker, Brandon. He did it behind closed doors when we were at home and I haven't told anyone. I think of it as a one off, and I hope that's all it is. My conversation with Brandon was strictly work related, but because I laughed at a joke he made, Ryan decided to take that as proof I was cheating on him. Something I most certainly didn't do.
I've only been together with Ryan for a year and despite living together, things have been rocky already.

8pm rolls around and Ryan enters the bar with his band mates and winks at me. He goes to set up and has his sights on me the whole time. Even when he isn't looking directly at me, he watches from the corner of his eye.

I take a few more orders before Ryan comes up to me visibly pissed off.

"Hey!" I smile. "How's everything?" I ask him.

He leans over the counter and stares daggers at me.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"What the fuck was that?" He questions.

I look at him confused.
"What was what?"

"That guy you just served...your eyes were fluttering at him...and I saw that smile." He stated.

"Ryan...I was doing my job. I smile because I'm required to greet customers and if I fluttered my eyelashes, it was probably because I was blinking!" I explain.

"Bullshit. He's your type...the long messy hair, the plaid...." Ryan goes on.

"Ryan please...I was just serving a customer. I wasn't flirting or whatever you think it was." I reply.

"FUCK Casey!" He yells at me, while the bar becomes quieter after he does so. All faces are directed at me, wondering what the commotion is about.

I undo the apron I wear on my hips and bite my lip, forcing the tears away at the embarrassment and the accusations.

I turn to my on shift supervisor and tell him I need a cigarette break. He nods and allows me to.

I grab my bag from out back and head out to the staff area outside where Ryan can't bother me. I take out a cigarette and light it, taking a long drag of the tobacco stick. I blow the smoke to one side and take a deep breath. I sigh and wipe my teary eyes.

"Fucking Ryan" I say to myself, feeling jittery and shaky.

After five minutes I wander back in and continue to do my work as Ryan's band plays in the back ground.

His gaze is now fixed on me as he sees me back at the bar. While he sings and plays his Fender.

I look away and serve a customer. Now if I were to flirt with anyone, it'd be this guy.

His hair is brown and curly but long, and he wears a Black Flag tee with a plaid shirt over the top, some khaki cargo shorts and combat boots. His eyes are ocean blue and his lips look soft and full.