Tuesday
Requested by anonymous. George Washington 274. "That guy at the bar keeps staring at you" modern au The perfect time. Tuesday nights were the perfect time to go to the bar if you wanted peace and quiet while getting a drink. Y/n knew this. She started weeks ago and now it seemed to be a tradition. Hell the bartender even knew her name. The bar was so quiet. Y/n thought about other places. There was the library, but it closed relatively early and kids would be running around. There was the park but people stalked the park when the sun went down. Then there was her house, but when you live alone the smallest sounds could make a lamp a weapon. When Y/n was at the bar she had Time to ponder over life and how it liked to fuck with people. Not to mention this joint wasn't that bad. Y/n could lounge around on couches peacefully and she would never have been able to if this was a Friday night. So here y/n was, sitting at one of the couches. A glass of beer beside her and a book in hand. Y/n felt like she was in heaven. It seemed that others had also figured out that this was the place to be. Her eyes sparked with interest whenever someone walked in. A man had caught her eyes. His face seemed to be furrowed and his chocolate eyes swept over the bar. The two looked at eachother for a split second. Y/n felt herself shiver, and broke the eye contact quickly. She felt a blush on her face and the word 'awkward' running through her head. The familiar clack of boots made her look up again. Y/n noticed that he had strode in with confidence but when he got closer to the bar stool it seemed to fade. When he sat down he slouched, his body tired. Y/n felt bad for him, to put up such a facade. She went back to her book, looking at each word, each sentence but something wasn't right. Y/n couldn't concentrate on her book with this now nagging feeling inside of her. She brushed it aside, but heard someone walking across the wooden floor. There was a light tap on her shoulder, a panicked feeling inside of her. Y/n saw that it was the bartender, Darren. He had a drink in one hand and a sly smile on his face. Darren kneeled next to her, and handed her the drink along with some key information. "That guy at the bar keeps staring at you. If you don't make a move, I will." Darren informed, amusement etched in his voice. He stood up quickly, giving y/n a wink before making his way back to the bar. Y/n quickly looked up to the mysterious brooding man at the bar, her e/c eyes meeting with his chocolate brown eyes locked like magnets. He gave a small smile, and y/n smiled back instantly. Without hesitating the man stood up, drink in hand, and sauntered his way over to her. He sat next to her, melting into the couch. Y/n let out a giggle as she watched him. "Stressful day," he only replied, closing his eyes. "I found that it's easy to relax here," y/n only responded. She took a slow sip of beer, racking through her brain on what to say. "I'm George Washington, by the way. If a may ask, what's your name?" "Y/n l/n, it's nice to meet you George." The two of them talked and talked for the rest on the night. Laughing could be heard from the direction of the duo. Y/n learned that George was high up in the government and he talked about how he had to play 'dad' to two of his coworkers. Y/n told him about her job (your decision). "So when will we meet again?" George asked, helping y/n to her cab. It was nearly one in the morning and there would be hell to pay at work for the both of them. "I'm always here Tuesday."
