do u ever look at someone’s characterization of one of ur faves and just sit there offended on behalf of the character
people without passwords on their phones are the strongest and most terrifying people you will ever meet
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki as a bartender, openly flirting with you.
RATING: Teen for now, will change as chapters are written
NOTES/WARNINGS: One use of a curse word in this chapter.
“Fucking animals,” you muttered, trying not to wretch as you opened the bathroom window. Seriously, a perfectly good cubical was right there and some drunk guy had chosen to throw up in the sink and the urinal instead. At least the sheer amount of vodka they had drunk had stopped it from smelling too bad. You’d been working at the Breakout bar for about three weeks, as a cleaner/lunchtime waitress. It paid ok, not enough to get your own place but it got you out of the house five days a week and you didn’t have to pay rent to your mom, so any money was your own.
You headed out of the bathroom, grabbing the two beer glasses that last night’s closer hadn’t picked up and headed towards the bar.
“Mac, they’ve blocked the sink and urinal!” you shouted, putting the glasses down on the bar, “Mac?” There was no reply. You took a quick glance at the schedule pinned to the underside of the part of the bar that lifted up. No wonder. Mac wasn’t in today. It seemed the mysterious, and infamous, Loki was back from his vacation. You hadn’t met this guy yet but had heard plenty. The other waitresses said he was the perfect visual of tall, dark and handsome. He had every woman that stepped through the door wrapped around his little finger, and some of the men too. He’d been off for the past month with ‘family problems’. Even Elaine, the biggest gossip there had no idea what it meant.