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bravenew-what · 2 years ago

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"I'll Never Live This Down"

Pairing: Andi Deris x OC

Warnings: Mentions of weapons, drugs, and alcohol

Author's note: Here is my next installment in my series with Andi! Here we're let in on a ghost of Marie's past that interrupts the night. I've been writing lots of chapters, just going to post them in chronological order instead of all over the place. Special thanks to my best friend @anotherhitandrun for always being my biggest cheerleader, my rock, and my shoulder to cry on. And for hyping this story up behind the scenes :P

Tagging: @sea-of-machines @wish-i-could-fly-like-superman (There is no pressure at all to read!)

“Wait, you mean he stayed all the way through closing time to talk to you?”

Marie shrugged at Anya as she finished cleaning up after her last order. “I mean I guess? We didn’t really talk outside of him being a customer.”

“But you got his name, that means you talked.” Anya slouched on to the bar.

“Whatever you say…”

Anya studied Marie for a moment. “So what is his name again?”

Marie threw the rag at Anya. “Andi! I’ve told you twice already!”

“I just wanted to hear you say it again!”

Marie hunched her shoulders and stared back incredulously. “It was one night!”

“Do you think he will be in here again soon?” Anya boosted herself on top of the bar and crossed her ankles.

“I don’t know, it’s been three days!”

As if on cue, the front door opened and the man in question walked through the door, alone this time. He quietly sat down at the end of the bar, setting a pad of paper and pen in front of him before looking up to scan the other patrons.

“Now how did you predict that?” Marie whispered, cheeks now flushed red.

“Wasn’t me, hermosa.”

His hair appeared darker underneath the hat he was wearing, but Marie attributed it to the different corner of the bar he was in. She fumbled around the glasses for a moment before pouring the same beer that Andi had the last time. She glanced over at him again. He seemed more sure of himself this time around, no friends nearby to add to the peer pressure of saying hello. He seemed quite nervous the last time, so Marie overtook the situation like he was feeling the same way.

“Andi?” His eyes darted back to Marie and a shy smile quirked the corners of his “You’re back!”

“Here I am.” He shrugged happily, taking the glass from her gently. “And You remembered.”

“Easy to remember when you didn’t have a predictable choice the last time.”

Andi cocked his head. “What’s not predictable about cheap beer?”

Marie leaned on her elbows against the bar. “Foreigners always get the local stuff, you decided against it.”

Andi nodded in acknowledgement at the comment before taking a long sip.

“What’s that you’ve got there?” Marie gestured to the pad of paper. Andi hesitated for a moment before briefly answering.

“Ideas for work.”

“What kind of ideas?”

“Good ones, I hope!” He blurred out almost too quickly.

Marie snorted. “You can get some interesting ideas from a bar indeed!”

“A lovely view helps.” Andi winked back at her and Marie stood up straighter.

“¡Ay mierda! That was braver.” She thought in her head.

Marie laughed sheepishly then and turned away to tend to other orders, going straight to Anya, who had a knowing look on her face. Andi remained in earshot of the girls, picking up his pen and scribbling on the paper to make it appear as if he wasn’t listening to them.

Marie spoke first in Spanish to cover what she knew they were going to converse about.

“Don’t you start.”

“He’s into you.”

Marie blinked wildly. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it!”

“Uh, flirt back? Ask for his phone number?”

For a moment Andi considered giving it to her right then, but that would have blown his cover.

“It’s too early for that!”

“No it’s not! It’s normal!”

“NOTHING is normal when a beautiful man with long hair from a foreign country walks into the bar you work at and wants to talk to you!”

Andi snorted at Marie’s last comment, unsure of what to make of it. At least the feeling was becoming mutual. He looked up to find both girls staring him down before Anya laughed and walked off, leaving Marie to her own devices.

She and Andi stared each other down for a brief moment before Marie nervously gestured to his near empty glass. “Do you want another?”

Andi shrugged. “Sure.”

Marie quickly grabbed a new glass for him.

“This one is on me.”

“You sure about that?” He called to her.

“I insist!”

Marie quickly filled the glass with the same beer he had before and slid it to him before he could protest further.

“Sh. It’s yours.” She pushed the drink closer to him and Andi chuckled lightly. “Is that the same hat you wore last time you were in here?”

“Sure is.”

Marie reached out and gently grabbed the brim and peeled it off of his head, causing Andi to furrow his eyebrows in confusion, but he realized what she was doing when Marie placed it on his head backwards. Only the back of it missed his forehead and covered his eyes instead.

“Hey now!” Andi called out.

“Oh my god!”

Marie scrambled back from him while Andi laughed out loud and adjusted the hat so it wasn’t over his eyes. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Anya across the bar trying to hold her composure.

“That’s not what I meant to do!” Marie pressed her palms to her temples in complete shock with herself.

“Of course not.” Andi snickered again. “You were close enough, honey.”

Marie blushed furiously at the pet name. “I saw that going so differently in my head.”

“I think you looked at me more than the hat.” Andi pursed his lips smugly, to which Marie scoffed and hid her face in her hands.

“I’ll never live this down now.”

“I’m never going to let you forget that.” Andi shook his head, fighting a smile.

“Oh god, never huh?” Marie leaned on the bar closer to him.

“Maybe just between us.” Andi winked and beamed at her.

Marie grinned back, attempting to hide the blush on her cheeks. “That makes me feel better.”

“Marie Aliza Carpenter.”

Marie’s head snapped towards Anya in an instant at the sound of her full name. Anya nodded towards the door.

“Are you fucking kidding me.”

Andi straightened up in confusion as the color drained from both women’s faces at the new couple that had just entered the bar. Marie and Anya spoke so rapidly with one another that he could barely translate what they had said before the couple had split and the man came to the bar. Marie put on a stoic face as the man approached her with a knowing smirk on his face.

“What can I get you?”

“How about the ring I gave you?” The man laughed in her face.

Andi put the pieces together immediately.

Marie rolled her eyes and groaned loudly. “I told you what I did with it the last time you were in here, act like you have sense around your new girl.”

She turned to make the man two drinks quickly, not putting a lot of thought into them. Andi raised an eyebrow as the man said something in a slimy tone of voice. He didn’t bother translating in his head.

“Good for you. Not my problem.” She remained uninterested. “Is she even of age this time or are you seducing teenagers again?”

Andi went paler than a sheet.

The man scoffed and returned to the table with the drinks he had ordered. Marie’s eyes darted towards Andi and he raised his eyebrows in confusion. She shook her head and gestured to him to keep quiet. The much younger blonde woman he had entered the bar with stumbled her way to the middle of the barstools and leaned onto the counter directly in front of Marie.

“What’s with the attitude you have with my man?”

Andi never thought an American accent would make him want to cringe, but there he was.

Marie answered back in English with a smirk on her face. “Why, are you jealous?” Anya snickered in response. Marie studied the girl’s expression and gave Anya a concerned look that she seemed to pick up on.

“Are you okay this evening?” Marie shook her head as she squinted her eyes and got a better look at the girl. But she flinched when the girl spat back at her in disgust.

“Don’t be a whore about it!”

Marie’s mouth dropped.

“You’re only upset we’re here because Jose wants to see his son.”

“That doesn’t concern you.” Anya stepped between Marie and the blonde girl immediately.

“She’s keeping my fiancé’s boy from him!”

Andi choked on his beer. Fiancé? A boy? The girl couldn’t have been 18. And the wide expression in her eyes were not of manic or aggression, but could have only resembled an involvement of drugs.

The man rushed back up to the table to guard as Anya grabbed the girl by the arm and twisted it around behind her back awkwardly to push her away. “You’re done here, gringa!”

“Hey!” The much taller man began to yell as Anya easily directed the teetering teenager out the door.

Marie and the other man erupted into a fury of Spanish, the man increasingly pleased with how riled up Marie got with him. He stood taller and crossed his arms, now taunting Marie with another male name.

“You get his name out of your fucking mouth!” Marie shouted from the top of her lungs, waving the sharp end of the bottle opener in his face.

Andi stood up then, ready to step in between the two, but the man backed away as Marie kept yelling obscenities in Spanish, some he dared not repeat aloud. When the two were safely out the door and the bar completely silenced, Marie was the first to speak.

“I’m done.” Marie threw the bottle opener down, grabbed a bag out from under the bar and stormed off. Andi immediately went for the door, but Anya tsked and held up a finger to Andi, signaling him to wait. When they heard the outside door slam shut, Anya spoke.

“Take two right turns, she won’t be hard to find.”

Andi nodded solemnly. “Thank you.” He grabbed his things and slipped out the door amid the stunned silence of the bar crowd. He turned the corners quickly to find Marie standing on shaking legs, lighting a cigarette before crossing the street ahead of them.

Taking a deep breath, he called out to her.

“Marie!”

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