You stumble back to the bar from your seat, not trashed enough to leave.
"More?" the bartender asks wearily. You frowned angrily and slammed your hand on the counter.
"I've had a hard fucking week! Here, I'll give you a benjamin; gimme the whole damn bottle of whiskey!"
"Ma'am, I cannot-"
"500, take it or leave it." You spat back, fishing out your wallet klutzily. The bartender scowled and handed a bottle to you. You began swigging it, ignoring the taste entirely. Because it was honey whiskey, it was sweeter but not by a ton. As you got drunker, you wouldn't be able to taste much anyway.
The man next to you snapped loudly, calling the waiter over. "800 for the other bottle."
Instead of arguing, the man just sighed and took the money, handing him the bottle.
"Ay, what's your name?" You yelled over the music and chatter.
"I don't fuckin' know anymore. I know you're fuckin' hot!"
"Do you now? Wanna have a good time?"
"Fuck, sure, broad! I'm gonna knock your ass down a peg!
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Kiss Me Psychotic, A Mafia AU C!Schlatt x reader
FanfictionYou and Schlatt are mob bosses and enemies. But what happens when you both keep falling into each other's lives? Lotta violence, smoking, and alcohol. She/they pronouns, third person Enjoy teehee Enemies to lovers mid burn This is technically a DSMP...
