Wolverine or Spider-Man? (Primeval Drabble)
Connor Temple x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged
Summary: You meet Connor at the bar. He's pleasantly surprised by the topic of conversation.
CW: consumption of alcohol, Connor is a dork (and that's why we love him)
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“You look nice.”
You almost choke on your drink as you turn to look at the person whose voice those words belonged to. To your surprise, it was a rather gangly, awkward-looking man with slicked hair. You arched your brow at his clothes, a waistcoat over a tee. A tee, which, if you were right (and you were) possibly had some sort of comic graphic on it.
“Thank you,” you reply, straw from your drink in the corner of your mouth. “You look… stylish.”
The man grinned, and you noticed the fingerless gloves he was wearing to complete the look.
“What’s your name, then?” The man asked, sliding onto the bar stool next to you. You swallowed your next sip and replied with your name, twisting to sit more comfortably to face him. You signalled the bartender down and ordered him a drink.
“Oh- I think I was supposed to do that,” he said, looking a little concerned, hand gesturing towards the barman. “Name’s Connor. Temple. Connor Temple.”
You chuckle, sipping through your straw. He was sweet, and charming, in an awkward kind of way. Just your type. He’d picked well for a clear first attempt at flirting with someone at the bar.
“Well, there was only one of us without a drink and that was you. I’m not going to not order you a drink.” You quirk your brows cheekily, shrugging your cardigan off your shoulders and over the back of your stool.
Connor takes his drink and has a swig, sucking air through his lips after he swallows as he tries to think of something to say.
“Shit- I- I’m not sure what to do now. My friend didn’t help me past this point,” he says, and you’re not sure whether he’s talking to you or himself. He’s cute, though. You eye him appreciatively.
“I know,” you say, putting your glass down and propping your chin up on your hand. “Who do you think would win in a fight- Wolverine or Spider-Man?”
You think Connor might have just creamed his pants with the way he all but fist-pumped the air. He scoffed in disbelief and instantly became about a thousand per cent more comfortable by your calculations.
“No way- you did not-” he cuts himself off with an excited laugh. “Cool! Erm- definitely Wolverine. Thoughts?”
You stick your lip out in thought, downing the rest of your drink and signalling for another.
“See- I think Spider-Man. He can swing out of the line of fire, and Logan is all anger. Anger peters out- hah, that was unintentional, I swear.”
“Spider-Man, really?” The expression on his face is excited but thoughtful as if he’s never really considered the possibility that Spider-Man could win in that fight. “My friend told me people at bars don’t like to talk comic books,” he added, tearing down another few swigs.
“Well, I think your friend has vastly underestimated the surge of popularity in comics and video games. Really, it’s going to be the next big industry,” you reply, fiddling with your glass.
“You know, I couldn’t agree more.”
You rather think you’re going to get along well with Connor.
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