Why, of all weekends, did you get picked to be the designated driver? After all, it was your birthday weekend. You didn't even want to go out, especially not to a bar. As soon as you were inside, your friends began drinking and dancing. With a sigh, you sat down at the bar and ordered something non-alcoholic. "Long day?" a voice asked. You looked up as the bartender slid your drink toward you.

"Not exactly." He smiled at you. You had to admit it was a nice smile. "This isn't exactly where I want to be right now. No offense." He chuckled. "None taken. I'm Jefferson." He offered you a hand which you gratefully took. "Y/N." Jefferson let go of your hand and went back to cleaning a glass. "So why are you so down?" You let out a sigh. "It's my birthday."

"And that has you depressed?" You gave a bitter chuckle. "I just wanted to stay home with a few friends. But my friends decided dragging me out was a better idea." You placed your chin in your hand. Jefferson didn't say anything for a moment as he fixed another patron a drink. As soon as he was done, he came back over to you. "How about a drink? On the house?" You shook your head. "I can't. I'm the D.D."

Jefferson scoffed. "Please. I don't think one drink will hurt. But if it'll make you feel better, I can make a non-alcoholic version." You couldn't help but smile. "You know what...you're right. One drink won't hurt. What do you recommend?" A slightly crazed grin made its way onto Jefferson's face. "I'm making something new. I call it the Cheshire Cat Grin." You arched a brow. "A fan of Alice and Wonderland?" Jefferson laughed. "Well, you are in a bar called 'The White Rabbit'."

You waited patiently as Jefferson mixed up the drink for you. You had to admire how skillfully he did his job. Every move was graceful with a sort of manic energy. It was as if the man had been making drinks his entire life. Once he finished, he slid the drink over to you. You took a sip and hummed in delight. It was fruity with a sour bite to it. "This is delicious! Where'd you learn to make drinks like this?" Jefferson smirked and shrugged a little. "I had to learn a trade while my daughter's in school."

You and Jefferson sat talking for the rest of the night. He kept making you drinks, alternating between alcoholic and non-alcoholic ones. Jefferson shared stories of things that happened in the bar. You, in turn, would tell him how your life was. Your friends didn't even seem to notice that you never left your seat at the bar. They were too busy drinking and dancing.

"Here. Try this one. It's called the Bandersnatch. Take small sips though. It's got a kick." You carefully took a sip and recoiled. He was right. "Holy-" you cut off with a cough. Jefferson gave you that smile again and laughed. "I warned you." You pushed the drink back toward him. "Too much for me."

Conversation came easily between you as you continued to sit and talk together. Before you knew it, your friends were back over at the bar, all stinking of liquor. "Y/N, I think it's time to go." You wanted to gag at the smell of alcohol on her breath. You gently pushed her off you and onto a stool. "Yeah, I think so. But I've had too much to drink." She looked confused. "But, but, you're the D.D. You're not supposed to drink."

You felt your face heating up. You couldn't believe she was being so selfish. "Yes well, it's my birthday." You crossed your arms over your chest, avoiding looking at Jefferson. Jefferson smiled. "Let me call you a cab." Jefferson turned away, but your eyes lingered on him. You friends noticed. "Ooooh! Y/N, you like him!" one cried loudly, "Are you looking to get lucky?"

"Oh my god," you muttered. Jefferson glanced back over his shoulder and smirked at you. You shook your head embarrassed. "Go wait outside for the cab, girls. I'll meet you out there in a minute." They all walked out on shaky legs. "I'm sorry about them," you mumbled. Jefferson just laughed. "Actually it's pretty funny. I was going to ask you out my next night off. I mean...not expecting anything from you. I've just enjoyed our conversation and thought maybe we could get to know one another a little better."

You grinned. "I'd like that. And who knows...maybe we'll both get lucky." For once, Jefferson seemed at a loss for words. You giggled and wrote down your phone number on a napkin. "I hope to hear from you." You pushed the napkin toward him as you stepped away from the bar with a little more swing inyour hips than usual. You could feel Jefferson's eyes on you as the door closed behind you. You really hoped to hear from him and soon. Maybe your birthday wasn't so bad after all.