Shoot McMahon X Reader ✨ One Shots ✨

A Little Tipsy

"Knuckle I swear to god. You've called me three times in the last ten minutes, this better be good." Shoot groaned into his phone.

"Sorry! Sorry, but are you close yet? You've gotta be close by now." Knuckle laughed sheepishly over the phone.

"I am five minutes from the bar. Please calm down." Shoot sighed.

"Okay good. You should hurry though. _______ is here now and it's a real party!" Knuckle chimed.

"Really? She got there pretty fast..." Shoot mused, surprised to hear that you were already there.

"Right? She's goin' crazy man! You've gotta see this." Knuckle cackled.

Shoot heard a lot of people chanting your name in the background before the phone hung up, leaving him totally confused. He had no idea what the hell was going on, but it was clearly exciting as hell and involved you, so he picked up his pace and booked it to the bar to see what was up. After a few minutes of jogging he finally got there, but he was not prepared for the sight he could see when he opened the doors of the bar. It was an interesting scene to say the least. Surrounded by your fellow hunters, you stood with one foot up on a bar stool with your head thrown back, holding a huge pitcher to your lips that was draining of its liquid at a rapid rate. Everyone around you chanted the word 'chug' over and over again as you put back the drink; Knuckle, Morel, Palm, Knov, and many others well known to you cheering you on in a drunken stupor. When you finished and slammed the now empty pitcher down on the bar counter, the establishment roared with enthusiasm as you wiped the back of your hand across your lips. Now that you were done you were able to spot Shoot, and you beckoned him to come closer to you with an open hand.

"Heeeey~! Glad to see you've made it here!" You greeted cheerily.

"Are you crazy?! No, you're insane! A whole pitcher of booze? For real?" Shoot chastised as he came up next to you.

"You know it~" You hummed, taking a seat on the stool you once had your foot on.

"Are you not... Hammered? How many pitchers have you already had by now?" He asked, sitting next to you.

"That was actually my second one. Don't worry though. I'm only a little tipsy~" You reassured him with a smile.

Shoot was actually shocked by your coherency, not expecting you to still be standing strong after two entire pitchers of alcohol. It was crazy to believe, but here you sat, unwavered by the intoxicating beverage.

"What the hell were you drinking then? It couldn't have been that strong... But this is also you we're talking about." He asked.

You leaned in close to him with a mischievous grin. "Guess."

You then closed the distance between you and captured his lips in a warm kiss, making his eyes widen briefly before he settled in with the sensation of your slightly damp lips. The bar whooped and hollered at the sight of you two, making a deep blush flare up on Shoot's cheeks. He was very much comfortable with you though and ignored the outside sounds as he bought his hand up to your face to pull you in closer. He licked your lips playfully, getting a taste of what exactly you had been drinking minutes before. When he pulled away, he confidently licked his own lips and hummed, feeling satisfied enough to give his answer.

"Vodka and lime soda. Classic, but it seems your ratio was in favour of the vodka." He said, resting his back against the bar.

"Ooo, you're good~. How'd you know I mixed it half land half?" You hummed quizzically.

"I can taste the sharpness of alcohol from your lips alone. No one else I know is insane enough to be able to hold down a bottle of vodka and still be able to speak with me." He laughed, loosening up. "You are insane, but that's what makes you fun."