Ask For Angela: Barman!Gally x Reader
Barman!Gally who's working a double because his shank of a co-worker pulled a sicky.
Thirteen hours in, and two broken glasses under his belt, suddenly you're at the bar asking for Angela.
Shuck knows who that is but she doesn't work here.
You're looking perplexed, asking for her again with more determination, your gaze flickering behind you constantly.
He figures it's a prank and tells you to get lost.
"Please." You beg. "Angela. You know? Angela?" You lower your voice. "Don't you have the Angela thing here?"
You shut up when a guy comes to stand beside you, his arm snaking your waist.
Gally notices your shift in attitude, cocking an eyebrow as he pours someone else's order.
You're still looking his way. Eyes pleading. Doing your best to shuffle from your date's grip.
... oh. Angela.
"Angela wants to speak to you out back. Do you wanna come through?"
Gally opens the bar gate as he speaks.
You nod.
You try to shuffle through but your date isn't having it. He tells Angela to come out here if she's so desperate to talk to you.
Suddenly you look terrified.
Gally's working a double. He doesn't have the patience for this.
As your date takes hold of your arms to stop you getting free of him, Gally reaches across the counter.
Without a second thought, he bounces your date's head off the bar.
As other patrons shout and squeak in alarm, Gally escorts you through to the back.
He sits you down in the break room and grabs you a glass of water.
"Does that slinthead know where you live?"
Shaken by the events, you can only shake your head.
Gally orders you a taxi and sits with you in the back until it arrives, happy to let his co-workers take the flack for his absence.
He let's you out the back door when it arrives, and walks with you to the taxi to make sure you aren't followed.
"Take care of yourself. Make sure you block that guy, yeah?"
Gally feels uneasy sending you off alone, but he's got a job to do, and a mess to clean up back at the bar.
He doesn't expect to see you again.
Imagine his surprise a few days later when you show up at the bar with a bunch of flowers to say thank you.
Imagine his even bigger surprise when, on inspecting the gift, he finds a card with your phone number on it nestled amongst the flowers.
Well done Angela, you wonderful woman.
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I think three things ultimately frustrate me about the "you should care about poorly written women" argument.
First: there's well-written women. There's plenty. I'm going to find them, actually, and leave this badly written stuff behind, and maybe the writer will do a better job next time.
Second: you get people passionately defending poorly written women in old favorites in wildly regressive ways. Like just admit LOTR has like 5 named women and only two really do anything. Stop forcing a progressive label it doesn't deserve. Tolkien is dead and isn't going to become a feminist posthumously so deal with the story as it is instead of trying to justify it. They're not well written! It's fine.
Third: you get the argument that people are more accepting of poorly written men. This is almost certainly true but you can't control a fandom, so bringing this up is mostly a waste of time. What you can do is ignore poorly written men even harder than poorly written women. Mourn the women's squandered potential and pretend the poorly written men don't exist and then find works with well written women like I said in step 1.
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This is an off the wall question I'm sending to my mutuals and friends so don't be alarmed, I haven't been hacked. I think I'll call it Weird Ask Wednesdays. This might turn into a regular thing... (Can you tell that I'm bored?)
If you were to choose to be a certain type of ice cube. What kind of ice cube would you be? You can show pictures for reference if you want.
-xoxo
you know those reusable plastic fruit ice cubes??
that's me.
i am convinced these spontaneously self-propagated in the freezer of every 90s kid's weird relative back in the day.
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