tan-the-medicine-man:

Tanner was lounging at the bar of some random pub he had wandered into, hoping for some small relief from Connall’s almost-constant smothering. Usually he didn’t mind so much, he knew Con had his reasons. And honestly, he quite liked having the attention. He looked down into his drink awkwardly. Just sometimes… he wanted a chance to get a different type of attention. He blushed slightly, thinking about it. He’d never really had any luck with girls. Especially when Con was around. They paid more attention to him.

He was interrupted from his thoughts when he felt someone scoot in on the chair next to him. He glanced over to see who it was and straightened up immediately. A very pretty girl. Oh. She saw him looking and smiled a small smile at him before ordering her drink. He fumbled for something to say. Anything.

“Did you know over 600,000 people rely on pubs for their employment?” He blurted. He blushed again. What did he just say? How do you talk to girls again?

She looked at him with raised eyebrows, looking altogether unimpressed. “Is that so?” She didn’t sound interested. He nodded awkwardly and looked back at his drink, trying to think of something else to say.

A few seats to Tanner’s left there was a man , who was either dead or seemingly in a -very- deep sleep, at the bar. He head rested on his folded arms while his drinking habit was displayed by the ten glasses that he had lined up in front of him. Suddenly he picked up his head when he heard Tanner’s snapple cap of a pick up line and smirked, shaking his head a bit. He was a regular here in this pub, in this -chair-, hell it was practically molded to his arse and the bartender considered him part of the bar, occasionally passing the cleaning rag over his head as he slept there.

Jesus, he’d heard some bad pick up lines in his days, but that one had to be the worst. Even his boss had better pick up lines than that, and he hadn’t been after a date in ages… absolute ages. He watched as the snapple man looked at his cup, sinking away and practically shrinking in his seat.
“oh boy,” he breathed, shaking his head a bit and getting up from his usual chair to sit besides Tanner, his groggy, drunken, appearance disappearing and replaced with a brilliant, charming smile. 

“oi!” He greeted and pat tanner’s shoulder a bit too hard, the impact practically echoing in the small man’s chest. “mate! is been absolute ages since I last talked ta ya! listen, Christine’s been askin’ bout ya -non- stop, goin’ on bout ‘ow ya took ‘er on tha trip ta Caribbean. Phwoar, ya sly devil.” He laughed and winked at Tanner, running his hand through his hair. ” mate, she’s fallin’ fer ya. Lucky girl ta ‘ave ya lookin’ a’ ‘er too, wot with all tha money ya jus’ started makin’. Oh, and , mate, i need ta thank ya fer loanin’ me tha’ rent money.” he added, gesturing to the bartender for another drink.