luke blurb with 40. “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”? maybe reader works at the rink/a local spot the team go to often?
notes: i’m not gonna lie, i definitely got carried away with this one.
my night has been a disaster. if anyone asks, i would have to tell them that i do not recommend working at a bar close to a hockey arena. and if they must, then try not to be scheduled on game nights.
i’ve been yelled at, dropped plates, had my ass slapped by drunk men, had people stiff me on tips, and spilled a beer down the front of a customer after someone knocked into me from behind. i’ve officially given up on my night getting any better, now just counting down the hours until i go home.
i had hoped that my favorite customers would be here tonight, as they always turn my night around; but they usually come in around eleven on game nights, and it’s now eleven-thirty and they’ve still yet to show.
sighing, i sink into the stool behind the hostess stand, letting my head hang forward and drop onto the wooden stand. the bell above the door rings, signifying a new patron, but i can’t get myself to lift my head, just letting out another deep exhale.
“bad night, y/n/n?” the voice is like music to my ears, my mood instantly perking up. i raise my head, a grin spreading across my lips.
“John!” i stand from my stool, my eyes scanning the group of guys. “it’s been an off night, but a lot better now that you guys are here. was starting to think you weren’t gonna show!”
“we would never leave our favorite waitress hanging!” Dawson jokes as i make my way over to their unofficially designated table, the 3 boys following behind me.
“no Jack tonight?” i wonder as they take their seats in the circular booth.
“he’ll catch up with us. he had to wait for the rookie.” Nico tells me and i nod in understanding.
“got it. you guys wanna wait for him or do you want your beers now?” i ask.
“now. now is good.” John affirms, making me chuckle. i nod once more and quickly make my way over to the bar.
“3 beers!” i smile at the bartender and he chuckles as grabs the drinks for me, already knowing who they’re for. i hastily make my way back to the table, dropping off the drinks.
“anything else for now?” i question and Dawson nods.
“three orders of cheese fries.” he holds up three fingers, making me smile.
“you got it. that all?”
“that’s it for now. thanks, y/n/n.” Nico assures me.
“i’ll be back with that. if i’m not back by the time he’s here, just have Jack come and find me and i’ll get him his beer.” i tell them before i take off to the kitchen, letting the chefs know their order. while i wait, i drop down onto a seat at the bar, making conversation with the bartender.
“hi.” someone’s sidles up beside me. i turn my head, coming to see a boy addressing the bartender. he appears to be around my age, curly hair, and slightly resembling one of my favorite customers, which makes me furrow my brows as i assess him. “can i get a coke and a beer?”
the bartender nods and gets to work on the drinks, making me roll my eyes at his nonchalance about checking ID’s. it’s always been an issue with him. something he seemingly forgets to do.
the boy turns his head to look at me, catching me scanning him. he smirks, striking another resemblance to my favorite customer.
“hey.” he nods his head once at me.
“hi.” i reply, giving him a smile.
“you come here often?” he asks, making me giggle at his obliviousness.
“well, i work here. so i think i’d have to say ‘yes’.” i tell him. his cheeks turn pink at my words and he lets out an awkward chuckle.
“oh. sorry, it’s my first time here, i didn’t know.” he says, scratching the back of his neck as the bartender returns with his drinks before going to help another customer. “i’m Luke.”
“i’m y/n.” i smirk. “you old enough for that beer, Luke? ‘cause you look about my age, and i know i’m not old enough.”
“oh, the beer isn’t for me. the coke is. the beer is for my brother, who’s twenty-one.” he explains, and i decide to give him the benefit of the doubt, accepting his excuse. however, before i can speak again, my tables order is called.
“okay. you should get that to him then. hopefully i’ll see you again, Luke.” i stand from my seat, walking away towards the order window as he calls out a goodbye.
picking up the tray with three plates of cheese fries, i say my thanks to the chefs before making my way towards the table. my eyes stay locked on the floor, making sure nothing is in my way to trip me like earlier in the night. finally, and safely, arriving to the table, i smile.
“cheese fries for my favorite guys.” i chime, setting the plates on the table.
“thanks, y/n/n!” i look up at the owner of the voice.
“Jacky! you arrived!” i cheer, making him laugh.
“the guys told you i’d be joining, right? just had to wait for my brother.” he tells me.
“your brother?”
“the rookie.” Nico informs me and i nod.
“oh, there he is now!” Jack exclaims, making me turn my head to find him.
“Luke!” i cheer, gaining the attention of said boy.
“oh hey, y/n!” he smiles as he drops into the booth, sliding the beer in his hand over to Jack.
“you guys know each other?” Jack asks, his face scrunched in confusion.
“oh yeah, we go way back.” Luke jokes, making me giggle.
“a whole five minutes, when he hit on me at the bar.” i tell them, making Luke bury his face in his hands as the boys laugh. “aww don’t worry, Luke. i won’t tell them what you said.”
the four others immediately start questioning us, asking what line Luke had used. i laugh at his red face as he answers.
“i asked if she comes here often.” he mumbles, making the others burst out in laughter, quickly chirping him for his lame pickup line and how it backfired.
“hey, y/n/n? can i get another beer?” John asks and i nod, excusing myself to the bar once more. while waiting for the beer from the bartender, i grab a napkin, hastily scribbling on it with a pen.
“here ya go.” i grab the beer from the bartender, clutching the napkin in my other hand, making my way over to the table.
“one beer.” i place the drink in front of John before placing the napkin in front of Luke. “and one napkin.”
“i didn’t- oh.” his sentence dies off as he spots the number sprawled across it. i wink at him as i turn to leave.
“what is it?” i hear Jack ask before he lets out an ‘oooh!’
“little bro got game!” Jack cheers and i peek over my shoulder to see him slap Luke’s shoulder in excitement.
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