Rdr2 onshots

Saint Denis Saloon- Sean x Reader

Miss L/n was the owner of one of the most popular saloons in Saint Denis, it was rare to see a women openly run a business. And run a business she did, y/n practically worked day and night with out rest.

Her saloon was in the heart of the filthy city, just the place for alcoholic factory workers to get their fill. And of course the snobby French upper class that would pay 10$ for a bottle of whiskey if you said it was from their mother country.

Her entire life was running the saloon as smooth as possible, so of course she had to know her customers to keep them as regulars. But just a few days ago a strange character had wandered into her saloon.

Now, normally she didn't mind a loud mouthed patron. But this man was different. His accent made his drunken rambles near incomprehensible, with his flaming red hair and blue eyes you could tell he was Irish the second he stumbled in.

So, at 2 in the morning taking a rag and dusting off some mugs you listened to the strange patron ramble. He had become a regular. You knew more about him than you did your own father. Which is sorta funny because you didn't even know the redheads name. You just called him the Irishman and he just called you lass.

Every-time he was getting a drink it was always from you. And every time he'd tell you a crazy story about his life, a lot of the times he would just stop by if he was in town, not buying anything but still leaving a tip after a little conversation and going back to his life.

You looked up from your task, his story coming to an end. Setting down the clean mug you studied his appearance, his blue eyes is what stood out the most to you. It was just empty in there, not a single thought behind those things.

"I must be honest with you Leprechaun, I don't believe half your stories," you hummed looking at him with an amused half smile. He shook his head and laughed, "Miss L/n!" He spoke offended, the way he said your last name with his thick accent was so much more goofy when he was drunk. "How can you not believe taht! Look at these guns!"

He barked, lifting up his arm and flexing his sad little arms. You couldn't help but laugh at him as he leaned against the bar, a lopsided grin plastered on his face, a sense of pride radiated from him. "I don't understand how you come up with those stories-"

He absentmindedly traced his finger along the rim of his glass, "But lass! It's true!" You looked him dead in the eyes and raised an eyebrow, "You, a skinny little Irish man wrestled an alligator. And won?" He got defensive and immediately responded, "Have ye seen me women? I am the farthest thing from scrawny!"

You held back a smile and let out an amused sigh, "Sure you are," looking over at all the empty tables and chairs you whipped your hands off on your dress. "Alright clover I think I should close up for tonight."

He frowned, standing up fully instead of leaning on the bar. His expression changed though when a thought popped into his head, "I'll help ya close up, it's the least I can do for buggin' ya these past few days." You eagerly accepted his proposal, it was difficult to close up all by yourself and catch some shut eye before you open back up again at noon and do it al over again.

"Thank you Mr..." you trailed off as you realized you didn't even know this man's name. He walked behind the bar and grabbed all of the dirty glasses, "Maguire, but just call me Sean."

You nodded and hummed to yourself, "Sean..." smiling contently you grabbed a broom, "You always call me L/n just call me y/n-" your gaze drifted over to him as he worked. You giggled quietly to yourself, sweeping the floor.

He cocked an eyebrow and paused what he was doing, "What's so funny?" You burst out laughing, trying to explain yourself, "No it's just-" you broke out into another fit of laughter, "M-Maguire??? You're more Irish than potatoes-"

He smiled very amused at the sight of you clutching onto the broom to keep your balance. Your hair was messy with aloof strands sticking out from working all day. But Sean managed to catch himself staring before you did, his cheeks heated up as he chuckled, "I am a proud Irishman! You Americans! No culture! all of ye's! Stealing it from everyone else!"

You managed to steady yourself and continue on with sweeping, "And what is your culture Maguire?" You mocked a sub-par Irish accent, "Hitten' thee ol' pub with me boys?" He began drying the glasses and stacking them back onto the shelves, "Oh you're a real fokin funny shit ain't ya y/n?"

A smile lingered on your face as you finished up, chuckling to yourself. "I think I'm a fairly good comedian," you snickered as you walked over to the bar, standing where he normally did. Sitting on a stool you tilted your head, "I mean, I'm funny enough to keep the amazing Sean Maguire on his toes,"

He rolled his eyes as he put away the last of the glasses, "Don't get too full of yourself now y/n" you smiled as you rested your chin on your palm, your elbow on the counter. "I just know my worth."

He raised an eyebrow turning to you, he couldn't help but to stare for a moment. His face lit up as he realized what he was doing, he turned his head down and averted your gaze, looking at the floor instead.

You giggled as you leaned over the bar grabbing his collar and tugging him towards you. "I'm not drunk enough to profess my undying love for you, but I have to say Maguire you are quite adorable." He met your gaze, your noses almost touching. "I thought you had something against us 'leprechauns' "

You shook your head and leaned even closer to him, "Not at all... your just fun to tease is all," y/n rested one hand on the crook of his neck and the other running through his hair.

Surprisingly Sean was the one to lean in first. Capturing his lips in yours you shared a gentle kiss. Pulling away you caught your breath, your fingers still entangled in his hair.

A smug grin was on his face as he raised his hand to your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb. "My Irish charm was just too much for you," rolling your eyes you flicked his forehead and pulled away.

"I'm charging you double next time you're over," you teased, looking up into his sparkling eyes. He couldn't look happier despite what you said, "Mhm... sure you are."