A/N: Hello peoples of the Internet. So this imagine is loosely inspired from the movie Magic Mike. Because I just watched that and, honestly, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Also, some bad words manage to slip out in this so if you're like, 11 or under ... first off why are you even reading wattpad go play outside and have a childhood! And second of all, idfk I hope you liked it.
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Y/N's POV:
" Sorry I'm late! " I say to my boss, Zack, as I run into the bar while simultaneously tying up my
hair.
" I fell asleep accidentally and traffic was a bitch on the way here. "
" It's fine Y/N, just please try not to be late again. You know how swamped it gets on Friday nights. " he says before going to take another person's order.
In case you can't tell, I work as a bartender. Honestly, it's not a bad job it's actually fun for people watching. Well, besides the occasional asshole that thinks he can try and get in my pants by saying some crappy pickup line. Plus the pay is pretty good.
" Y/N! Can you take these drinks to table 15? " Zack asks holding up a tray of various types of drinks.
" Sure. " I said taking the drinks and heading to the table.
I look and see a large group of guys that look like a bunch of stereotypical fuck boys.
I mentally groan but manage a fake smile.
" Alright, here's the corona, sex on the beach, and here's your Jäger. " I say setting the drinks on the table.
I quickly tried to make my escape before one of the guys grabbed my arm, keeping me back.
" Hey sexy. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? " he asked
" Nope, but I did scrape my knees a bit when I crawled up from hell. Now if you excuse me- " I said trying to pull out of his grip, but he kept a tight hold.
" Oh, funny and cute, I like it. " he says creepily.
I fake a smile and try again to get away from his grip, this time though he tightened his grip definitely gonna bruise a bit I thought to myself.
" Hey, how about you ditch this joint and come join me for a little fun at my place? " he asks
" No thanks, life already fucks me on a daily basis. " I say getting angry.
He pulls me closer this time until I'm in his lap. I shift uncomfortably before he talks again.
" Stop playing games sweetheart. I know you wanna come back to my place so just cooperate and I'll give you the time of your life. "
Before I could respond though I heard a guy behind me say
" Hey! Get your hands off my girlfriend. " I turn my head and see a very tall, very skinny guy with black spiky hair.
He was wearing a plain white t - shirt with ripped black skinnies and had an array of tattoos on his arms. And the entire time all I could think of was Holy fuck this guy's hot!
" Excuse me? " Mr. Fuckboy asks him. I look at him confused as well.
" I don't like how you're touching my girlfriend. So Just.Back.Off. " he says before grabbing my other arm, pulling me up and putting his arm over my shoulder in a protective manner.
" You ok babe? " he asks looking at me, giving me a look like go along with it! I nod quickly going along with the charade.
" yeah, I'm fine hun. I was just going back to work. " I say, wrapping my arms around his waist for extra effect.
" Pfft. This scrawny little guy is your boyfriend? Yeah right. " he said looking pissed.
" Yeah Right? " I ask amused.
" Yeah. You're way too hot for a Skinny Minnie like him. " he says. I look at white shirt and he looks pissed, and rightfully so.
He started took a step towards Fuckboy McSmalldick when I put my arm in front of him, keeping him in his place.
" Hold on. " I say to white shirt not breaking eye contact with fuckboy.
" First off, who the hell are you to tell me who I am and am not dating? And second, you owe him an apology. Then you need to leave this bar before I make you leave. " I say crossing my arms.
" If you two are actually dating then why don't you prove it? " he asks crossing his arms.
By now his 'friends' have left trying to avoid this confrontation.
" Pfft. What are you, 12? We don't need to prove anything to you. " I say laughing a bit.
" Well that just proves it. You two aren't dating each other or he's just a giant pussy. " he laughs.
" Know what? Fine! " I exclaimed.
I quickly grab white shirts face and give him a quick peck on the cheek.
" There, happy now? " I ask.
" That wasn't a fucking kiss. You two aren't dating. "
Before he can continue I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose. Then I get an idea. I can't believe I'm about to do this. Next thing I know, I'm grabbing white - shirts face and kissing him with as much affection as I could. While we're kissing I decide I might as well make a show out of it and rub it in douches face.
I break the kiss momentarily and make white - shirt sit down in a chair behind him. I then straddle his lap and long story short, basically start making out with him in the middle of the bar. And I swear while we were kissing I could hear someone whoop something that sounded something along the lines of
" Get some Remmy! " from somewhere in the bar.
I giggle and after a few more seconds I break the make out session and look at his face. And when I say it was Beet Red, I mean he was blushing that much. I get up, facing douchebag with the most smug look I can and see the shock on his face.
" There. I feel we've proven our
point. " I say smugly.
He sits there, his mouth opening and closing like a fish in shock before he gets up and leaves the bar. It takes a few moments before it finally hits me, I just made out with a complete stranger in the middle of my bar.
" Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I just got angry and got way too carried away. " I apologize profusely.
I turn around and sit in a random chair rubbing my face with my hands.
" No No, it's fine honestly. " he says sitting next to me rubbing my back with his hand.
" I just made out with a complete stranger in the middle of the bar I serve at. What part of that is
fine? " I ask looking at him.
" Remington. " he says.
I look up at him in confusion.
" Sorry, lemme rephrase that. My name, its Remington. " he says clarifying his previous statement.
I grin and stick out my hand
" Y/N. " I say. He takes my hand and shakes it setting it down after a moment.
" Well Y/N, now that we've gotten to know each other a bit better, would you like to hang out with me sometime? I know this place with really good coffee not too far from here. " he offers.
Before I can answer him 2 boys who are dressed between Pirates of the Caribbean and Janis Joplin - Summer of Love come up whooping and patting Remington on the back.
" Oh my god dude! I thought you might hook up with a girl tonight but damn! " the tall one with long hair and a hat says smiling.
" You got some game lil bro! " the one with the jaw sharp enough to cut metal says.
" Hey guys, I'm a little busy here. Can we talk about this in a bit? " he asks giving them a look.
The one with the jaw looks between us before realizing what he means.
" Come on Emerson, let's go back to the table. " he says pushing the one I now know to be Emerson towards their table.
He turns and winks at Remington one last time before continuing on their way, causing me to laugh.
" Sorry, those are my idiot brothers. " he apologized.
" So, about those plans ... " he fades off.
" Of course. I have tomorrow off if that's good with you. " I say.
" Alrighty then. It's a date. "
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A/N: Oh my Jesus is this a long one ! Anyways, hope you guys liked it. If you did, you know the drill. Like, comment, tell your friends, your family, your boyfriend/girlfriend I don't care. And I will see you in the next Imagine (which I can promise will be published soon 😉)