Just a collection of one-shots of characters coming into Roni's bar. GOLDENQUEEN.

Robert's characters from his various projects. Probably lots of flirting. Might have smut at some point. If you want to see a specific character come in, let me know in comments and I'll try my best!

Danny Devine.

Roni swiped at the bar top with a clean cloth, making sure to keep it as clean as possible during pouring hours. The sun had long since gone down, resulting in a full house. People were packing from wall to wall, talking, drinking and participating in an unknown game she liked to call 'how many numbers can I leave with'. She would have put her money on the gorgeous woman in the four inch red heels currently wrapping her tongue along the little straw that stuck out of her glass in a seductive manner.

The amount of stories she had gotten during the week would make many here flush with embarrassment or a slew of many other bodily reactions. It's amazing what a little alcohol can do to make people think they need nothing more than to spill every secret or thought to a barkeep.

Speaking of, the guy currently clambering onto one of the seats at the bar begins to slur words that her ears were having trouble picking up on. So she slides closer towards him after taking the whiskey he has been ordering for the past three hours into her hand and lifting it in a silent question.

"Fuckin' a. Yeah." He nods, tapping his glass with his finger tip before running that hand through his dark locks, a sly grin forming along his lips. She had no problem serving him the past three hours considering he continued to throw money at her as if she were some stripper enticing him into doing so.

"Might wanna try to water it down a little now. You've been ordering these straight up for..." She shook her head as he cut her off for the fourth time tonight, refusing to agree to a little less.

"There's this thick fuckin' guy, right? Thinks he's the fuckin' cock of the fuckin' walk and no one can beat his arse into the dirt."

She nods, placing the bottle on the bar top and leaning onto her elbows to listen to his story.

"Yeah, well. I can. I'm Danny fuckin' Devine. I'm not some weak shite who fuckin' runs at the sight pricks like him. I'm Danny-fuck-" He sighs, wrapping his long fingers around the glass before him. He brings it to his mouth, most of the contents sloshing along the sides of his lips and down his chin. "Fuck!" He exclaimed, slamming the glass so hard against the bar Roni almost epected it to break.

"Bathroom is.." She pointed in the direction, a timid smile plastered on her face.

"This fuckin' suit costs more than that fuckin' drink." He began to bellow out as he pushed himself out of his seat and onto his feet, walking shockingly well to have downed as many drinks as he had.

Roni lifted herself up slightly to peer over the bar into his seat and onto the floor, to make sure he hadn't spilled it down there too. Content with the absence of liquid on her floor or chairs, she pushed back onto her feet and poured him another drink, this time watered down more than she would have done with any other customer seeing as he has been drinking as long as he has.

Red heels made her way up to bar, her fingers playing with the straw in her glass. "I need the toilet."

Roni pointed in the direction. The woman sat her glass down then, a sweet smile forming on her lips before she headed off towards the bathroom.

"Fuckin' hell." The words spilled from Danny as he ran his hands along his suit jacket, making his way back to his seat. His hand reached down and adjusted his trousers between his legs before he took his seat again. "Where was I?"

"You were talking about a prick who thinks he's cock of the walk."

"Righ', yeah." Danny nodded, taking a gulp from his newly filled glass brows furrowing the second it hit his tongue. Then he spat it out right onto the bar surface. "This is utter shite. Top shelf." He pointed enthusiastically at the bottles on the wall behind her.

Roni shook her head before adding, "I'm all for filling everyone's glasses until they need an Uber driver to take them home, but in case you haven't noticed dude, you're hitting the bottle really hard tonight."

"And I'll fuckin' hit the bottle until it's sore." The gaze he set on her made Roni chuckle. This sent fire through his limbs and he pushed himself to his feet before going behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the top shelf and then back to his seat.

"Listen." She wrapped her fingers around the bottle and glanced up at the person who just walked into the bar. Weaver adjusted the collar of his jacket before locking sights on her.

"Aye, Am fuckin' listenin."

"Right." She shook her head and locked her eyes with his. "I'm cutting you off, okay? I'll be happy to water down your drinks but straight up won't do. You're not going to drink yourself into a fucking coma under my watch."

He pushed the bottle back into her grasp and shook his head. "Can you fuckin' believe this shite?" He asked the looming figure of Weaver as he leaned against the cool surface of the bar beside where Danny was currently perched in one of the chairs.

"Believe what?"

"This shite." He motioned towards his cup and the bottle of whiskey in Roni's hand. "Refusin' to give ma fuckin' drink."

"It's her bar. Not mine." Weaver shook his head, nodding at Roni to get him his usual. Roni grabbed a clean glass, placed it in front of the detective and poured the Whisky from the bottle in her hand into the glass

Danny reached out, took the full glass, downed the contents and pushed himself off of his seat. Thrusting Weaver's now empty tumbler back in his direction. Adjusting his suit jacket, he then turned to make his way out of the bar. Refusing to stay if he can't drink himself under the table.

"Prick." Weaver huffed under his breath before shaking his head.