#drunk!jason

“Welcome to Clover’s Hallow, what can I get for you Laddie?” You remarked in a very sloppy Irish accent.

The guy in front of, dressed in a leather jacket and white streak in his hair, raised an eyebrow at you. Laughing slightly, he leaned on the bar and gave you a look. 

“That,” He began, “has gotta be the fakest Irish accent I’ve ever heard.”

You sighed slightly, finally a smart customer. Grabbing a glass and filling it with what another customer had already ordered, grinned at the guy and replied with a wink,

“Yeah, but it fools the drunks.” 

The guy laughed and you slid the glass down to the end of the bar where the customer expecting it was waiting. Turning your full attention towards the guy you gave me a small smile.

“What can I get for you on this fine and green day?” 

The guy laughed slightly rubbing at his mouth before you held up a hand, your smile widening. 

“Wait, wait. Let me guess.”

The guy sighed the smile still clear on his face and you placed your elbows on the bar before leaning on your arms. Looking the guy over you noticed the slick leather of his jacket, how it seemed new despite there being a splatter or two on it. The guy tilted his head to the side, and you saw the inside of the jacket looked soft and fancy.... hmmmm

“You seem like a champagne man.” 

The guy coughed laughing slightly, before giving you a strange look. He shrugged and replied, 

“Not today.” 

Noting the amused expression on his face you nodded,

“Ah I see you wanna stick to tradition then. Whiskey on the rocks?” 

The guy nodded, shaking his head before replying, “Yeah that’ll be good.” 

Yanking a whisky bottle off of the shelf you grabbed a glass, filling it with ice before setting it on the bar and pouring out the whisky. Once the glass was full you slid it to the guy who smiled at you nodding in thanks. 

Fingering the glass, the guy looked up at you, curiosity strained across his face. 

“Can I ask you a question?”

“As long it’s not where I live or for my number of course...at least for now.” 

Laughing slightly, he pushed his glass before meeting your gaze, “Why do you pretend to have an accent?”

You shrugged before picking up an empty glass and running it under the faucet. Rinsing it out before drying it out with a cloth. 

“This place is Clover’s Hallow, clearly the bartender must be Irish right? People usually assume I’m Irish, I’ve gotten tired of explaining that I’m not now I just pretend I am.” 

The guy opened his mouth to continue, and you cut him off throwing the rag over your shoulder and leaning on the bar fully. 

“Another question?” You sighed teasingly with a smile and a wink, “you're lucky your cute jacket boy.” 

Instead of responding, jacket boy laughed and smiled, and you continued. 

“Wait, wait. I know your next question. Why do people think I’m Irish? Honestly, I have no idea, just because I work in a bar with Clover in the name doesn’t mean I’m Irish. I mean I don't think I look Irish."

"I think you do." Jacket boy replied smiling slightly

"And why is that?"

"Because you're begging to be kissed."

Smiling, you laughed slightly and pointed at jacket boy, who had finally picked up his glass and taken a drink. 

"Aw, you’re cheeky. I like that.”

Jacket boy choked and began coughing and you laughed, swatting at him slightly. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a girl waving at you trying to get your attention. 

“I have to go but I’ll be right back,” You began looking jacket boy dead in the eyes. “You stay right here. I’m not done with you yet.”

Walking across the way you stopped right in front of the girl, looked a little uncomfortable. The guy at her side was leaning on her heavily and she gave you a tight smile. 

"Can I get Angel shot with lime, please?"

You blinked once then twice and the words slipped from your mouth before you could stop yourself, "Oh shit.” It had been a while since you heard that code word in the bar, after all you usually had a radar for the creeps and kicked them out before it got far.

The girl winced and the guy scowled at you, waving a drink in your face, clearly drunk. 

He growled, “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

“Oh sorry,” You scrambled to cover up, “it’s just been a while since I’ve gotten that order. I don’t know if we have all the ingredients, let me take a look.”

Turning around you nervously fiddled with your hands. Meeting Jacket boy’s eyes you smiled tightly, and he raised an eyebrow before looking at the girl and guy near you. Looking around the stuff on the shelves you kept your eyes on the girl and pulled an old favorite of yours off the shelf. 

Out of the corner of your eye you see jacket boy move from his seat over towards the creepy guy and the girl who asked for help. Tapping the guy on the shoulder, Jacket boy scowls and you wince. This was so not gonna be good. 

“Hey, let her go.”  Jacket boy said and the guy rolled his eyes

“Why should, I pretty boy?”

“Let her go.” 

Ignoring him, the guy actually pulls the girl closer, and she looks even more uncomfortable. Setting the glass and bottles down you reached out under the bar for your shotgun. However, before you could react, jacket boy did. 

Pushing the guy away from the girl, Jacket boy gives him a dark look.

“I said let her go.”

The guy scowled, setting his drink down and you held out a hand to the girl, she quickly climbed on top of her seat, took your hand and climbed across the bar. 

“Alright then pretty boy let go.” 

You sighed but before you could break it up the two began throwing punches. 

“Fuck,” You muttered under your breath as the brawl expanded to the regulars and it turned into a bar wide fight. 

Yanking your shotgun out from under the bar you cocked the gun and fired a blank into the ceiling. Everyone froze and looked your way; you raised an eyebrow and pointed the gun towards the door.

“Everybody out! Except for the two of your assholes who started this bullshit.” 

Quickly everyone either finished their drinks in one gulp and hurried out the door or shot apologizes your way as they left money on their tables and left the bar. It took a little less than ten minutes for the bar to be cleared. 

Jacket boy had a grip on the creep’s shoulder and moved him towards a chair and sat him down in it. Walking down the way you grabbed the phone off of the wall and quickly dialed nine-one-one. 

After the operator picked up you quickly explained the situation and had cops headed in your direction. The girl thanked you profusely and you waved away her thanks. 

By the time the cops got there, the creep had cooled down a little and gotten scared. You passed him off to the cops and got assured the girl would be alright. 

Sighing in relief you sank onto a seat of your own and Jacket boy walked behind the bar, a black eye, busted lip and bloodied knuckles. 

“What,” You mused more to yourself, “do we do now?”

Jacket boy smiled and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from your shelf and passed it to you. 

“Now we drink!” 

 You laughed standing up and snatching the bottle from him, you grabbed the glass you had given him earlier and filled it up. Accepting the glass, jacket boy began to drink, and you took a swig straight from the bottle. 

Wincing jacket boy tried to finish his glass, but it seemed difficult. 

Setting the bottle down you waved at him, he gave you a confused look but came around the bar and you stood up. Patting the seat, you smiled at him. 

“Alright take a seat here troublemaker. I’ll go and get the first aid kit so I can take care of all the bruises and cuts you put on your pretty face.”

Looking upset but sitting down, Jacket boy replied, “I’m not pretty.” 

You laughed as you reached around the bar grabbing the first aid kit and nodded. 

“Sure, you’re not.” 

He scowled and you popped open the first aid kit and yanked bandages, a cloth and ointment out of it. Wetting the cloth, you set it on the bar before going and grabbing a bag and filling it with ice.

The room was silent and you hummed slightly not liking it.

 “And here I was thinking you were a respectable gentleman.” You commented as you gently began to examine his face.

“What says I’m not?” Jacket boy asked, raising an eyebrow at you. 

Shaking your head, you replied in exasperation, “You got into a bar fight!”

“That was just so I could end up here with you caring for me.” 

Jacket boy winked at you with his good eye, and you pushed back a snort. He smiled and you shook your head. His split lip was becoming worse, and you doubted the black eye would be good for his head tomorrow. Pressing a wet cloth to his face, you then reached for the ice pack. Grabbing onto your hand, he blinked a bit slowly and you laughed. He seemed off. 

Staring at your face he smiled slightly before remarking, “your eyes are dazzling.” 

“Are you drunk?” You asked almost in surprise, you had only given two glasses of whiskey

“No, I’m Jason.”

You laughed even more, realizing that he is drunk and that he’s a light weight.

“I’m Y/N”

With this good looking and kind of charming kind in front of you, you had to smile. Running a hand through your hair you sighed. This guy- no Jason, could stay down here drunk. It wouldn’t hurt to have him crash on your couch, right? No, no that’d be weird

“Y/N,” Jason muttered, “that’s a nice name. I like that.” 

Staring at him for a moment your felt heat flushes your cheeks. Damnit, this was probably going to end badly. 

“Jason’s not half bad, but I still think Jacket boy is better.”

Jason laughed and you sighed with a smile. 

Maybe, just maybe St Paddy’s Day was very, very lucky.

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