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Karaoke bar with William?? 💀

( this is a Y/N x Reader one shot.)

all credits of the idea to WillAftonsLeftBall

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I sighed again as I looked at my watch for the third time since I arrived. Of course he wouldn't come, what was i expecting? It was my...what, third attempt this month? Im kind of desperate.

I readjusted the necklace I had on, a gift from my sister. We haven't seen each other in years, but we had a good relationship. She gifted me this necklace in my 21th birthday. It was a simple gold necklace that had a little ruby in the center of it, which shined with every move I made.

I had put on my red tight dress for today, expecting something nice. But i guess my luck failed...again. It was a dress that was left abandoned in my closet since my college years, where i really used to party. I'm had put on some high heels as well, red ones too. I had done all my makeup to look even more pretty, but it wasn't worth it.

I had met another guy in one of those dating apps. Im kind of embarrassed to admit it, but yeas. It was Tinder. Since my old boyfriend left me after three years of dating, when i found him with another hooker in our bed, I haven't had any luck finding anyone else. Ive tried it, many times, but it always failed. Either they said I was too energetic or too happy for them, or they simply didn't come to our first date, like tonight.

His profile said he was a gentleman, but he also loved sports. I can't remember his name now, actually. While we chatted for quite a while he sounded really nice, so I was the one who asked to meet. He agreed, and I offered the local karaoke bar from my neighborhood.

But he didn't appear. Such a gentleman, after all. At first i had been waiting for half an hour, ordering one or two beers in between. But when the second hour of waiting alone w¡had passed, I gave up.

The music around blasted in my ears, people dancing around too close for my comfort. There was some random drunk guy doing karaoke right now, and what I supposed to be his friend were cheering on him. There were led flashing lights all over the place too, of all colors. Red, blue, green... it caused me a headache just to look at them.

"Such a night...I should probably go home." I thought bitterly.

I walked to the bar and sat down in one of the stools, my back hunching in frustration. My mind was foggy now, but enough for me to still think clear and not have a slurred speech. I had abandoned the beers after the first hour of waiting, ordering light cocktails or liquor glasses instead.

I lifted a hand to call the bartender, which knew me. There were a few people sitting in the free barstools, but most of them were dancing, so the bartender was cleaning the glasses with a dirty rag. He noticed me calling him and smiled. He knew me, since this wasn't the first time i had come here.

"Yes, L/N? What would you like?" He asked kindly.

Without talking, i simply lifted my empty glass, asking for a refill on whiskey. He nodded and walked to the wall behind him, taking out an almost empty bottle of Macallan and opening it. He filled the glass almost to the brim, a bit more that what he served to normal customers.

"A rough night, I see?" He said smiling in compassion.

I took a large sip of my drink, grimacing at the bitter taste.