Complicated With You • Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

1 - three, two, one (s)

song choice

tidal wave • chase atlantic

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Break ups, make ups, make outs.

That's all your life consists of, just relationships with shitty people who treat you like dirt. Did you deserve it? Well, you must do, because if not then God sure has a funny sense of damn humour.

The last relationship you were in was... questionable, but aren't they all? Yeah, you broke it off with him just two months ago and had already hooked up with past exes and random strangers at the bar you spent most of your time in. Buying drinks, aimlessly chatting to the bartender and zoning out until a guy hits on you and you go back to yours or his place.

What a great fucking life it turned out to be.

Your primary school teachers had such high hopes for you. 'Oh, she's going to be a star one day!' 'That one right there, she's brilliant.' 'She's got a bright future ahead of her.' If fucking random people every night and getting into abusive and toxic relationships is what you call 'a bright future' Miss Kernan, then you're a fucking psychic.

You sigh as you swirl your index finger around in the alcoholic drink in front of you, which had been placed neatly on the bar by the bartender, listening to the distant chatter, laughter and songs play in the background.

With your elbow propped on the polished hardwood and jaw resting on the palm of your hand, you wait for a man to come and sweep you off your feet and do whatever with or to you tonight.

You needed it. That was for sure. It was a Saturday night and you were dreading Monday, considering you actually have a job you need to get up early for.

You give a lot of shit to your old teachers, even though it can be slightly hypocritical, considering you are one yourself, but you can definitely sit here yourself and say that you are ten times better than the teachers they were.

"We feelin' alright today, Violet? Or do I need to get the shot glasses out?" The one of two bartenders asked. You recognised him as Hans, one of the regulars who worked the night shifts.

You'd always been around when he was and somehow, some sort of a faint friendship had blossomed between the two of you.

You take your finger out of your glass and place it in your mouth, sucking off the liquid and rubbing your eyes. "Honestly? I don't even think shots are gonna cut it at this point."

He winced and squinted his eyes, sucking through his teeth. "Well damn. That bad huh?"

You snort and take a big gulp of your drink, the bubbly alcohol creating a burning sensation in your stomach. "You bet. Sometimes I wish I could just..." you sigh. "God I don't know."

Hans shakes his head and chuckles. "I'll go get you a shot glass."

You don't even realise the man that had been sat down just two stools away from you, too engrossed in your conversation with Hans and you let your eyes wander towards the man.

Oh, he's hot.

He's got straight dirty blonde hair, which lay messily on his head. Bored-looking, sharp and leaden brown eyes which stare off in front of him, completely unaware of the hard gaze he was receiving.

The attractive man wore a simple grey tee and jacket - though it was hard to miss the outline of muscle on his arms - and to match his rather plain outfit, he was wearing a pair of drawstring cargos and white sneakers.