SYNOPSIS - Rocky x gn reader, but you work as Lackadaisy's bartender

L/M - lady/man

"Y/N, I need you to kiss me."

You hissed, slamming down your glass. The wine inside it rocked like a storm wave.

"Excuse me?!"

It was a pity the band was playing - the sound made for perfect protection from unwanted eavesdroppers, and so no one around had heard any of Rocky's absurd request. Really, it was good that the band had any one to play for in the first place. Lackadaisy's numbers had been taking a hit, but today was a outlier, and the speakeasy seemed much more proper with a crowd.

Unfortunately, you could not enjoy the night with the rest while confined behind the bar counter. You were happy enough, though - that was until Rocky had struck up a conversation.

"Oh, come on Y/N!" Rocky moaned as you shot him a glare, "I wouldn't resort to beseeching you if I wasn't desperate. Not that I would only kiss you in a do-or-die situation - you aren't the least fetching around." Rocky laughed nervously at your further souring expression. "Did I save that?"

You blushed angrily, quickly draining the rest of your glass. "You're fooling yourself, Rocky; on both accounts. Firstly, you're lucky I didn't give you some bruises to think about. And secondly, do you expect all of your friends and colleagues to kiss you?"

Rocky shrugged. "Wick kissed me without hesitation - after drinking his weight in wine first - and finds me, for lack of better words, incredibly disturbing. I don't see how this is any different, seeing as you're indulging in elicit beverages yourself."

"I'm not that drunk." You retorted, proceeding to spill wine all over the counter as you attempted to refill your glass. "...Well, not drunk enough to make out with the likes of you."

Rocky made pleading eyes at you once again. "I'm merely asking you for the purpose of making a... former partner look this way." He jerked his thumb at a l/m on the other side of the room. "Just want to cause a little jealousy. See? The kiss would be practically harmless."

"Ohhh, really? All the more reason not to, then - I'd much rather watch you mope around as they go off with some other lad. And by the looks of it, they have quite a few contenders." You said. Rocky valiantly kept composure as men crowded his ex, all offering a hand. You poured Rocky a pity glass. He took it, chugging it down miserably.

"Ok, now I feel bad." You sighed, continuing to stare at the scene, cleaning dishes absentmindedly. Wow - Rocky's ex really was getting a lot of attention. Finally, after much debate between the group surrounding them, they took someone lucky guy's paw and let them drag them to the dance floor. The l/m glanced this way. They looked straight at Rocky.

He gasped. "That bastard! They're doing the same thing I was going to do! Ah, I knew I couldn't trust a l/m who only considers pancakes a breakfast item." Rocky quickly threw on his up-beat grin, despite his theatrical suffering. "Maybe it's for the best - I mean, who needs them anyway when I have sweet company right in front of me. Gosh, what a time waster."

Now you really felt bad. It was clear Rocky was still feeling like quite the wilting flower.

God. Why did that insufferable face sway your feelings so much?

So, abandoning all reasonable thought, you grabbed Rocky's face a kissed it.

He squeaked through your lips, but, after a moment, melted into you. He brought his hands to your cheeks, holding you close. And then, slowly, he broke away.

"...you didn't have to do that, Y/N." He said softly. His breath touched your face. "Really. I was only, well, half-kidding."

"Don't apologise." You said, cleaning the soap off your hands and ignoring the heat that was crawling up your neck, "just remember that you were lucky enough to get a kiss from me by the force of pure emotional manipulation. A job well done, Rocky."

He laughed. "A much better take on it." He cleared his throat, glancing up at the stage.

"You better go." You said.

Rocky nodded hesitantly. "...Right. I'll see you after the show, then."

"Of course."

"Of course." Rocky echoed. He strayed by your side a little longer, scuffing his shoe against the ground. "Oh and -" he paused again, then said; "I can schedule another ex partner to come in any time. Maybe one tomorrow? I have a feisty one in mind, we needn't to work really hard to make them bitter. And the next day. And maybe the day after that. And - hell, I think I've already run out of options... my dating life isn't the gold in the sad, weeping cave. Anyways, I'm prattling on, but my point is-"

You kissed him again.

"...that. That is the point exactly." Rocky breathed, beaming. Then, producing his violin and plucking the strings playfully, he turned on his heel and made for the stage, where the band was waiting

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A/N don't know if I like this, but I hope u guys do 😭 also it was so so short, I would've wrote more but school is giving me some major time crunches. Hopefully I'll get out some more soon!