Author's Note: This idea has been swirling in my head for a while, and I'm obsessed with Trevor, so I hope you guys enjoy this. It probably will be 3-5 chapters just to get my foot into this fandom. I'm also taking requests, so send me a PM, and don't be shy in going to check out my other fanfics as well. Thanks for reading my blah fanfics.
The bar was relatively empty tonight, and a sigh escaped my lips. This awful bartending job would be the literal death of me. When I moved to this town, I never thought I'd end up at a shitty bar, as a shitty bartender. I had big dreams for myself, mind you. But I needed money desperately, and this little shitty bar somehow beckoned to me in a way. It was the only thing available at the moment, so I took it without question.
So now, I was stuck here; in a bar that was tiny and smelled like old men and mildew. The music was subpar, and the decorations were horribly cheesy. It was small and empty, yet somehow cluttered at the same time. The sultry air was filled with dry cigarette smoke, and when I first started working here, I could hardly even breathe. I had gotten used to the smell though. The smells, the looks, the regular customers. What the hell was a young woman like me doing in a dirty old dingy place like this?
Well, I really don't have the answer to that question. And a part of me knew that if I didn't get out of working here now, I'd be stuck working here for the rest of my miserable life. But in reality, I really couldn't care less of what I ended up doing. We were all going to die in the end anyway, so what was the point? I was pretty content with working here, and the cash flow wasn't bad. I got everything I needed and wanted. This job just wasn't as glamorous as I saw myself working.
Figuring that there wouldn't be any customers coming in soon, I decided to head to the ladies room to freshen up and check my appearance. Looking into the mirror, I smiled slightly because I knew I looked good. I always looked good no matter what time or occasion. My dark hair was straightened to perfection, my caramel colored skin nearly glowed, and my dark doe eyes seemed to shine. Plus, the little dress I was wearing really improved my curves too. I wasn't going to lie; I was thick.
Why did I bother though? I dressed up so nice for this lame job, but no man ever took fancy in me. Was there something wrong with me? Was I not desirable? Or maybe this city just didn't have the right kind of guy for me. It had to be something, because none of them bothered to even give me a second glance. I would keep trying though. It's not that I was desperate or anything, I really just wanted someone to notice me. I wasn't going to give up either.
Once I was finished adjusting myself, a gravelly voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Hey!" They yelled. "Can we get a damn bartender out here?" The customer rudely finished. I didn't recognize his voice as any of the regular customers, so it must have been a new guy. I wasn't really too fond of new guys; always so rude and pushy, but it came with the job I suppose. He sounded extremely pissed already, so that only agitated me more.
I left the ladies room with a sigh, and made my way back to the bar. I noticed that there was a man banging on the bar, so I assumed that he was the one who was yelling for a damn bartender. He didn't look familiar, so he had to for sure be a new guy. He was an older looking man, balding hair, wearing sweat pants and boots. But somehow he was incredibly enticing, even if he didn't dress or look the nicest. I was curious about him, so I couldn't wait to find out more.
I made my way back around the bar, and approached him, "What can I get you?" I asked, still slightly annoyed that he was yelling earlier. He took a moment to answer, and I watched as his dark eyes drank me in. I could tell he liked what he saw by the way his eyes darted around slightly. He didn't want me to notice that he was checking me out.
"Well, it's about time we got somebody out here." He spoke with a sarcastic tongue. I tried to hold back my smirk. "A beer, I'll have a beer." He answered with a very small smile. It wouldn't have been noticeable if I wasn't paying very close attention to him. I gave the man a nod, then reached under the bar to fetch him a beer. I watched him carefully as he popped the top and took a drink, then sighed in content. I think he knew I was watching him too, because his eyes made their way back to mine. "What's a girl like you doing in a shabby place like this?" He asked gruffly. "If you don't mind me asking."
I shrugged, a part of me didn't want to conversate with the man, but another part of me was glad that he was actually interested in me. So I decided to answer him, "I needed the money I guess. " I answered lamely, and the man took me by surprise by laughing.
"We all need money sweetheart." He chuckled. "But there are less shitty things to do besides working at a bar." I could tell what he was implying as he sent me a wink. And I knew right then and there, that this man was a criminal. Did I mind? Not one bit. That just made this little conversation so much more exciting.
"I suppose." I said slyly.
"I'm Trevor." The man introduced himself before taking another sip of his beer. I was glad he finally told me his name, because now, he wasn't so much of a stranger anymore. It seemed like a fitting name for him, and I liked it.
"Tasha." I replied, giving him my name as well.
"Tasha?" He questioned. "Is that short for something?" Trevor asked, a slight teasing smile pulling at the corners of his full lips.
"No." I shook my head. "Just Tasha."
"Oh." Trevor replied with a nod, and took another drink of his beer.
"Do you come here a lot?" I asked, then noticed how corny it sounded. I wasn't trying to be cliché about anything. It had just happened to come out that way. "I've just never seen you here before." I added quickly, just to clarify that I wasn't trying to flirt with him or anything (even though I really was).
Trevor shook his head, "No, this is my first time here. I needed to relieve some stress." He explained. "But I'm glad I found this place. Aside from the cheap beer, I actually get to enjoy talking to you." He finished, and I tried to hide my smile. Was he flirting with me now? I honestly couldn't tell. "Can I buy you a drink at least?" He finally offered, and I was taken aback.
Author's Note: To be continued...?