Pass me the Booze - .:Request:.

ScotlandxReader

You couldn't help but press your back up against the wall, one hand over your mouth, eyes wide, and the serving platter pressing against your chest. 'Oh god, Oh god...’ Blinking, you tried to compose yourself when the French man gave you an odd look, you smiled sheepishly and Francis laughed, shaking his head, returning to his pastry making.

"Tu c'est, ma petite, if you’re going to gawk, go talk to him, you're never going to get anywhere like this" he snickered, mostly to himself, looking up from his work when your cheeks heated up and you laughed nervously.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you looked down at the metal platter, your face red as the blush made your face glow.

“Ah, mon chéri, you know full well what I mean” Francis continued to fold the deserts into perfect triangles, not messing up his work as he spoke, you could only stare at your shoes. “____, either way, you have to get his order” you growled at that. Why did your crush have to come into the restaurant that you just happened to work at, at the exact time you just happened to have your shift?

Either way, the French man was right, you were a waiter and it was your job to get the orders from the customers, you’d wasted enough time sitting there just thinking about all this, taking a deep breath you turned towards the two swinging doors that lead out into the rest of the building, gathering all the courage you could you, you walked out into the buzz of people.

You soon found a few eyes wander onto you and turn away, returning to their original conversations, you froze when you realized that a pair of bright, vibrant green eyes still rested on you. Ian Kirkland. He was leaning back in a booth; two boys with less vibrant colored hair sat across form him, Rory and Seamus Kirkland.

Shit

Shaking your head, out a small note book and your pen, you put on your best smile and walked over to the table.

“Hi, I’m ______, I’m going to be your waitress today, and can I get you anything to drink?”  You held the pen to paper as the three boys looked over at you, Rory smirked and Seamus elbowed him.

“Ow!” one glared at the other his hand at his side

“Shut up!” the other snapped.

Blinking, you just kept smiling, chuckling nervously, you scribbled a few lines on the age in an attempt to distract yourself, which was pointless saying the three of them where still staring at you oddly, wait… how long had you been staring?

“Oi, lass?” Ian’s voice snapped you back to reality “We asked for some booze…” he chuckled lightly, causing the two across from him to follow suit.

“Aha… r-right,” you quickly wrote down in cursive Booze x3   and looked back up at them “I’ll bring your drinks and that will hopefully give you enough time to figure out what you want for lunch" 

"Ehe, Seamus already knows~" Rory snickered, as Seamus hit him upside the head, the two Irish boys continued to battle in the booth as Ian simply rolled his eyes. You smiled to yourself before turning and going back into the kitchen, where Francis was in the process of placing his pastries in the oven.

"Et, comment c'est aller?" he looked up, wiping his hands of the flour that dusted over them.

“I think I… I… I need to get some beer” you squeaked, only causing Francis to shake his head and mutter ‘young love’ under his breath, it amused him to watching you like this; you were so cute when you were panicking.

Grabbing three tall glasses you filled each up with some kind of Alcohol you hoped they would like, not that you cared- Oh what the hell where you going on about now?! Of course you fucking cared what if they liked it! What if he spit it out all over you and told you to fuck off… or his brothers didn’t like theirs and he got mad at you for upsetting his brothers?!

What if, he only was staring at you’re because your hair looked funny, or he didn’t like your eye color, or maybe you smelled weird, what if you had something on your face, what if someone drew something on your face! Did you have pimples? Well… maybe one… or two, but they were tiny! GAH- wait… when did you become so self-conscious- AND THE BEER!

Pulling your hand away you gasped as the cool liquid spilled out of the overflowing up and splashed all over your pants.

“DAMMIT!” you scratched, covering your mouth, closing your eyes tightly as you felt the cold of the liquid seeped through the denim and began to chill on your skin. Why did you always get lost in thought at the worst moments?

Pushing the tap closed your set the overflowed cup aside and went to grab a towel when you ran into a very particular looking ginger haired, green eyes man; he was smirking down at you, an un-light cigarette hanging limply in his mouth. Oh hot damn.

“Oi lass, ye look like ye need some help” he chuckled, his thick accent slipping off his tongue like ice melting in warm sunlight.

“U-uh… well… yea” you stood up straight and smiled sheepishly, your right hand finding its way up to your left arm, you rubbed his subconsciously, a little laugh echoing from your lips.

“Well lass,” he held up a cloth and tilted his head, rising a questioning, yet ever so sexy, eye brow with a deep throated chuckle. “You might want this then” he handed it over to you, and without hesitation you took it into your hands and began to wipe off the contents from your pants.

“Damn beer” you hissed, glaring down at your, now ruined, white work pants. Francis was going to kill you. Looking up at the Scots man, your cheeks red already, you handed him the down soaked towel. “Thanks…” you sighed, turning over to the mess of spilled beer all over the floor. “I should probably start cleaning-“

“Lass, go get changed, I’ll clean it up” he offered, another chuckle emanating from his ever so tempting mouth, you shook your head of those thoughts and quickly turned, you should probably go explain to that damn Frenchman first… this wasn’t your day.

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It turned out Ian had heard your squeak and had rushed to the kitchen to see what was wrong, his brothers, Rory and Seamus, had left in the process. Francis had understood his rush and pointed to behind the bar counter; Francis could care less as to what had happened and just wondered what was going on with you two. Your face went red at what he might have been thinking.

“ah~ ma petite, stop getting all flustered, tu sais, c’est comme tu port trops de la rouges” he chuckled, you only glared slightly, trying your hardest to calm the heat that was currently raging in your face. You’d already changed and where trying to escaped the many… special questions Francis was asking… and so far you were failing.

“Can I just go back-“

“Did you kiss~?”

“Look, Francis I-“

“Did he touch you~?”

“Francis, Can I-“

“He at least hugged you, non~?”

“OI. Shut yer yapper, the lady has somethin’ t’ say!” A loud voice cut in, leaving you, and Francis, almost speechless, you soon caught your composure and nodded your thanks towards him.

“A-as I was saying… u-uh… thanks Ian, I appreciate it” you nodded over to him, and he smirked, Francis started to back out slowly, trying to evade the scene and give the two of you some space. You didn’t notice when Ian moved closer to you, his right on the table, blocking you escaping when his left hand was on the other side. He was pretty much pinning you down, and as his face moved closer to yours you tried not to back away at the same time, and ended up closing the gap between the both of your lips.

You tasted of beer and smoke, not that you expected anything different, especially when you felt his tongue run across your bottom lip. Your mouth opened a little hesitantly, you felt Ian smirk against your mouth and push his tongue in, there was no point in fighting here, and his tongue was already exploring your mouth.

Sadly, the need for air began to burn deep inside your oxygen-less lungs and the two of you pulls away. Your ass now covered in the flour that had been spread across the table where Francis was about to start making more pastries, you blinked, your breath coming in fast, short huffs, and your heart racing so fast you swore it was going to rip out of your chest.

“I-Ian…?” you finally rasped out. He only smiled at you with his bright green eyes.

“Aye, lass, that’s my name don’t wear it out~” he leaned down, pecking you lightly, you didn’t pull away until he did, urging you to continue.

“W-what… what just happened?” you blinked, your senses finally returning to you. Your (e/c) eyes staring into his, you shied away, a crimson blush spreading across your cheeks.

“That, Love, was a kiss~ if you’d like I could show you again” he chuckled, leaning forward and capturing your lips in his once again.