#well okay more like i dunno how to keep going fjsdahfakhjksdffhasd

[roshie-writes]

Angel Shot: Marius & Luke first meeting

Some useful info: Angel Shot Straight Up/Neat is code for, “I need an escort to my car.” Angel Shot on Ice/on the Rocks is code for, “Please call a taxi/Uber/Lyft for me.” Angel Shot with a Twist/Lemon/Lime is code for, “I am in immediate danger. Please call the police.” (Source: WebstaurantStore)

For context: Marius gets dragged to the bar by a few people he knows cuz school, and things get out of control very fast after that (look at his identity)

Funny I feel like I write first person better than third even tho i wrote third longer.

The rest are under cut (No maru's friends aren't bad friends they genuinely thought he was enjoying himself when they left)

He didn't know anyone here except his friends, who'd vanished hours ago. As much as he hated admitting to weakness, there wasn't any other options. Seeing as the bartender just finished serving a customer, he had to act, now. "Excuse me, can I have an a-angel shot?"

For a moment, the only sound he could hear was his erratic heartbeat as the bartender (his nametag said Sherlock, but it was probably not his real name) pondered his request - he might have remembered it wrong, Sherlock is going to tell him they don't have that drink and-

Sherlock's coral eyes darkened, the soft smile immediately turning into a slight frown. "Who?"

"The lady in orange."

Sherlock smiled again, but it looked more forced than before. "Sure, straight up, on ice, or lime?"

He glanced back nervously. His harasser was currently watching the conversation, but she didn't come closer.

He seriously hoped he wasn't about to unintentionally ask Sherlock to call the police. "On ice." Not that taking Uber would be safer (if he remembered the codes correctly), but he came via his friend's car, and they might have left earlier.

There was a decisive nod before the man turned away. Marius shifted nervously. Was there actually a drink called Angel Shot here? But he could have sworn-

"Sharon, can you cover my shift for a bit?" Sherlock called to the back. "There's someone who ordered an angel shot, but I think he's about to throw up, I'll take him to the restroom in the back."

Sherlock walked out from behind the counter as a blonde came to take his place. "Come on, restroom's a bit tricky to find."

Eh? OH, the someone about to throw up was supposed to be him, wasn't it? Marius stood up, forcing himself to look shaky and like he's about to throw up, whatever that looked like. "T-Thank you-"

Sherlock smiled, this time genuinely. "All part of my job! Now follow me."

The moment they walked through the employee doors, Sherlock stopped, and Marius nearly walked into him. "Should I call an uber, or would you like to dial someone?"