Impractical Jokers Requests Book Two

Euphoria (Brian x Reader)

Guess who has writer's block and can only manage to form a chapter with the help of song lyrics? Meh.

*Set in their 20's*

MINOR MATURE CONTENT

Second Person POV

Something electric, connecting us tonight

Entering through the club doors, you looked around your surroundings, as your friend stood to your side. A mere two hours earlier, you had broken up with your boyfriend, Sal, and already wanted to feel the freedom once again.

"Do you see him in here?" You questioned, turning to your friend, receiving a shake of the head from the girl.

"He better not be, otherwise I'll kick the asshole where it hurts." Your friend defended, causing you to chuckle.

You both made your way up to the bar, ordering the drinks, when your eyes locked onto a familiar face. Brian, a lifelong friend of Sal's, sat alone at the bar, face buried deep in his phone. You and Brian had always gotten along with each other, much to Sal's dismay, as you always felt as though you could confide in Brian over things that you didn't even want Sal to know.

"Hey, stranger." You smirked, taking a seat next to the man, as Brian looked up, doing a double take, as a smile played on his lips.

"Hey, you." He chuckled, dropping his phone down onto the countertop. "What are you doing here?"

"Sal and I broke up." You shrugged, witnessing the saddened look appear on his face.

"Oh damn, I'm sorry." Brian replied sincerely, as you snickered at him.

"No, no you're not." You shot back, as Brian smiled sheepishly.

"You're right." He agreed. "I never saw the attraction between you and Sal anyway. You're so outgoing and up for any adventure, but he's just...so..."

"Timid, scared, the list goes on." You finished for him, as Brian nodded his head.

You caught a glimpse of the man looking you up and down, before he returned his focus onto your face, doing his best to hide the little smirk wanting to pull at his lips. The barman placed your drink in front of you, as Brian pulled his wallet out from his back pocket, fishing out five dollars to cover the bill.

"First one is on me." He offered, as you looked at him suspiciously.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" You smirked.

"You want to forget about him, right, [Y/N]?" Brian shrugged, pointing to the alcohol lined behind the bar. "Well, this is your answer."

"You're a bad influence on me, Brian Quinn." You shot back, as he smiled confidently, waggling his brows cockily.

"Whatever makes you say that?" He questioned rhetorically, taking you by your hand, as he led you over to the corner of the room, away from the dancefloor, and away from the noise.

You could see that your friend had started talking to a guy, and they seemed to be getting on, so you knew that she wouldn't mind if you went off with Brian for the night.

It's so magnetic, when I look in your eyes
Tell me, how can something so wrong, feel so right

You and Brian had been talking non-stop for an hour, the funny stories that he was coming out with making you laugh harder than you ever had before. He watched you laugh, just smiling to himself. His eyes trailed over every feature of your face, as you caught him studying you, and locked eyes with him.