Heroic - Rosa Diaz Imagines

The Girl In The Bar

You had first met her in the local bar. It had been a rough night for you; the hospital had been crowded and you were rushing around all day. It was undeniably hectic and you were equally exhausted. Your scrubs were stained with blood and, while you had cleaned your hands, they were also rough.

Surprisingly, she had approached you. To be honest it had only happened after someone else had done so.

A slightly drunk man had sidled up to you on the bar, hoping to get laid. Despite clearly expressing he wasn't your type, as in he wasn't a girl, he somehow didn't seem to catch on. Whether he actually wanted a hookup or just a friend to drive him home at the time, you weren't sure but it didn't really matter. You just wanted him gone.

She had been your saviour, striding up to the both of you. Immediately she pretended to be your girlfriend, giving the guy a death glare so strong it could send Satan quivering into the deepest depths of Hell. Safe to say, he quickly exited.

You thanked the girl for the save, offering to buy her a drink. When she talked you were deeply surprised by the complete flip in personality, her voice instantly changing as the loving facade faded. You were pleasantly surprised, though. Despite your offer, she declined the drink, claiming she'd take you up on it on a different time.

The next time you met, you were yet again in the bar. You yourself had a decent night; you had been dismissed from work early as there was practically nothing going on. You were drinking alone in your booth, relaxing in preparation for what would likely be another busy day ahead of you.

She had walked in, looking unusually rugged and disheartened. Immediately she had moved to a secluded corner of the bar, sitting alone, seemingly not wanting to be disturbed.

You had walked up to the bar. In your slightly intoxicated state you decided she could probably do with that drink you owed her. You had no idea what she liked but using your signature luck, guessed hoping that you were right.

The drink arrived at her booth, causing her to startle with confusion. The bartender told her it was payed for by someone else, indicating towards you. She looked up to see you sat at the bar, smiling from ear to ear back at her. A small smile graced her lips in return.

You were more than happy with your success that night. Your pride and happiness was enough to get you through the early and uncomfortable hangover you were gifted with the morning after.

The 3rd time you met her was 5 minutes ago. You walked into the bar, a long day wearing you out. You had little motivation to do anything at the point.

The bar looked especially dingy tonight, light was barely getting through the windows. It was mostly inhabited with the majority of people having left or passed out in one of the many stools.

She was sat in her usual lonely corner of the bar whereas you had initially sat in the centre, equally unaware of each others presence within the small space.

It had initially taken you a few minutes to spot her as you had been wallowing in self-pity for the duration of your drinking. Work had been tough, a few patients were in critical condition and you had no clue to what the cause was, it was going to keep you up all night. Fortunately, once you had spotted her, all your troubles slipped out of your mind. A ecstatic smile fell on your face.

It was nice to see her, you thought. Hell, maybe you should even ask her out. Maybe you should get her a drink first, or maybe you should go straight up to her. Probably not a good idea to get her drunk, that wouldn't be very polite. What if she was already drunk? What should you do then? Is there a protocol for badass drunk girls? In the end you decided just to approach her, you could always get her a drink later.

'Hi', you calmly started as you approached girl.

'Hey there', she replied. Despite how simple her reply was it made you excited, maybe this would work after all.

'I saw that my attractive savoir was sitting on her own and I thought she might possibly want some company' while you started confident and strong you ended uncertain and curious. You internally cursed for your lack of confidence. In your defense, nobody told you that you were going to spend the evening flirting with that hot girl from the bar.

'I'd like that', she stated. Much like you, there was a slight waver in her voice, her emotions getting in the way. She was especially scared of screwing up this chance. You sat down in response to her statement. Grinning from ear to ear as if you were on your wedding day. You calmly looked back at the girl as she eyed you curiously.

'Where are my manners, I'm y/n', you said, clasping your hands together as you spoke.

'I'm Rosa'

'Well it's nice to finally know your name, Rosa'

'and yours'

You took a deep breath before opening your next topic of conversation. You knew tonight wasn't ideal, in fact it was damn near hellish. Hopefully she would agree to your next idea.

'Maybe', God damn it you said maybe a lot, you thought. 'we should go on a date', you continued. 'Sometime other than now and when, say, we're not in some hellish bar?'

'yeah, yeah, that sounds good', she happily replied. Her voice was filled with more emotion than you had previously heard come from her at all. Rosa was genuinely excited to go on a date with you. Awesome.