Troupe of Drunk Idiots (In Love) | Brant x Bartender! Reader
Warnings: very suggestive, Brant is an idiot but we love him <3, alcohol, some swearing, gender neutral reader, fluff, slight ooc(?)
Word count: 431 words
Dividers: @dearestluka
Notes: IM GIGGLING.
“….this is the twelfth time you’ve come in THIS week alone.” You said, sighing in exasperation as Brant waltzed into the bar.
He was a regular customer, yes, but he never came in this much. Something was definitely up.
“Relax,” he teased, leaning against the table, “is it a crime for me to come here for a drink at the end of a loooong, tiring day?”
You stared at him, unamused, and turned to make his order (you remembered it every time).
“You better not have guards chasing after you, or you’ll be permanently banned.”
Handing him his order, you moved to the back, organizing the various glass bottles laying around. After a while of (unusual?) silence, Brant decided to speak up.
“Say, bartender… why not take a break, and come have a drink with the Fools?” He asked innocently.
“No.”
"C’moon, it’ll be fun, I swear!”
“No, fina-“
You never got to finish your sentence, Brant had grabbed you by your arm and was excitedly dragging you out the bar, and towards his ship. You sighed in exasperation and let him drag you to his ship.
“Here we are! Grab any bottle you want,” Brant waved towards the collection of bottles, getting comfortable on the wooden tiles.
You hesitantly sat next to him, taking the bottle from his hand and opening it. You sat there, staring at the deep red liquid. With a heavy sigh and heart, you took a swig from the wine.
It didn’t take long, after three whole bottles, the both of you were drunk. Brant was singing a sea shanty, completely off-tune. Your drunken self just sat and stared at him, downing a fourth bottle.
“Y’know-” You said, waving the now empty bottle in the air, “instead of be- being so damn noisy….do somthin useful with your mouth…”
“Like?” He questioned, now staring at you with eyes that couldn’t seem to decide on what to look at.
You contemplated for a minute, before deciding on a not so innocent thought.
Grabbing a new bottle, you opened it and took a long drink from it, Brant watching Im drunk confusion. You grabbed his chin, pressing your mouth against his, letting the liquid flow into his mouth.
You pulled back after a minute or two, questioning what you just did.
Meanwhile, Brant had completely frozen up, suddenly all sober trying to process what the bartender just did.
Safe to say, Brant is never going to let you live that down. And, he’s gonna have to return the favor.
(I’ll write it in another on this fic trust gang)
DO NOT FEED TO AI, OR USE AS YOUR OWN WORK.
