bartender // oneshot

////bruhhhhh listen to james blunt he is a god. also, this book is supposed to be set in england but it has american over and idrk. enjoy!

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bartender // oneshot

bartender, can you pour some love

-james blunt ; bartender

love is ever fleeting, you learn this from a young age. like when. youre in kindergarten and your best friend leaves you for another person. but even though we know that it ebbs and flows, that doesnt mean that it never hurts. because then you wouldnt know that it was love.

daniel howell sat at a bar downing his fifth vodka shot, the bartender staring at him in concern. he was rambling to himself saying things like “a-a-and he wasnt even, he wasnt even worth one day! let alone three goddamn months.” he was reaching his drink limit, but the bartender felt bad capping him off.

regardless of the circumstance, his manager was in the back, probably drunk off his ass, but he could get fired. he gently tapped the brown-haired boy, “I think its time you take a break from the vodka and go home,” he gave the boy a sympathetic look. “do you want me to cal an ber?” the boy looked up at him with sadness and anger in his eyes.

”you- you’re just like him! ou think that im just so helpless that i cant even call a bloody uber! well you listen here,” he paused to look at the bartender’s name tag, “phil- what kind of name is phil?”

the bartender blushed, “i dont know? i thought it was super common but i guess name.” the other boy gave phil a look, confusion or something of the sorts. not quite placeable or maybe even know to many. “um-well now that you know my name, can i know yours? i mean, only if you want to! because y’know we only just met and im yourtender for gods sake..” phil started rambling, and thats when the othr boy felt it. that emotion that floods your senses like poison. like alcohol.

he stood up and swiftly leaned across the table and kissed phil. it was timid and impulsive but it was amazing. he had sobered up simply from feeling that emotion. it had him stuck frozen even after phil had left to go serve more customers .

the boy cleared his throat and shook his head, ”ah, um dan, it uh, its dan.” phil turns around from where he was making margaritas for a bunch of sorority girls.

”pardon?”

”my name is dan. and i would love if you took that uber home with me”