Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama

Duncan Evans had been with many girls, that was no secret. They were all typically just one-night stands, however. He was never really into the whole relationship scene. That, and no girl could ever hold his attention long enough. Needless to say, Duncan didn't really expect her to walk into his life and change that all around.

After several spats with his dad, the punk, along with his buddy Geoff had moved down to the states and he got job working at some local bar. He had been there for a couple months and kind of enjoyed it, actually. He got along well with his coworker Gwen, who was saving up for art school, and messing with all of the college students that frequented the place never failed to put a smirk on Duncan's face. While he and Geoff did live in a shitty apartment and Geoff spent much of his time getting high- the girls were easy to come by and Duncan's life was going far better than it had in Muskoka. He thought that he had everything figured out- that he would live like this for awhile and save some cash then maybe open a bar or something of his own.

Tonight, however, he was focused on a couple of things: getting off work and then getting laid. His shift only had around an hour left, and he still needed to find some chick to take home. And that was when Courtney Martinez walked into the bar.

By anyone's standards she was gorgeous; a feisty Hispanic with silky, shoulder-length hair and what Duncan thought was a D-cup bra. However, she was also dressed like a fricken lawyer- something that was pretty unusual in this club- and the scowl etched on her face was enough to scare any man away. Not Duncan though, he was going to screw her if it killed him.

She wasn't alone. A blonde chick with clearly fake tits and some loser in a tracksuit who immediately took a dive upon walking in accompanied her, to the girl's annoyance. Along with some wannabe Elvis and some laid back girl who looked better suited for Malibu than New England. Taking a seat at the bar next to the surfer, the hot Latina began to instantly bitch. She seemed intelligent, like she went to Harvard or M.I.T or some shit like that but what caught Duncan's eye was how fucking uptight the chick was.

"This is so stupid!" she complained in a rather whiny, shrill voice. "I should be back in my apartment studying! Not sitting in some dirty bar with you two," referring to John Mayer and the dolphin hugger. "And them." She continued her rant, scoffing at the bimbo chick and her boyfriend who were sucking face a couple of bar stools down. "I don't even like Lindsay!"

"Relax, Courtney!" The guitar prick said with an easy smile in an attempt to calm the girl down.

"It's your birthday after all!" Malibu chimed in.

"Right, Bridgette. My birthday. That's why I should be celebrating how I want to- by studying for my fricken LSATS! On your birthday, it was fine going to that beach because that's what you wanted to do. on Trent's birthday," she gestured to Elvis sitting on her right. "it was totally fucking cool to go that Arctic Monkeys concert- because that's what he wanted. We even went to that dumb Red Sox game for Tyler's birthday- and I hate him! But on my birthday, the one day of the year that should be celebrated how I want it, I'm dragged to some bar against my will, with you guys and Lindsiot, when all I want to do is fucking study! Why, when I ge-" her rant was interrupted by a certain bartender smirking down on her, much to her friends' relief. When Courtney got going there was usually no stopping her.

"What can I get ya, princess?" the man asked with a wink, causing the already irritated girl's face to scrunch up in rage.

"First of all- don't call me princess! And secondly, how about you royally go fu-"

"I'll have some scotch!" Trent said in an attempt to cut the tension, but only causing a grunt of annoyance from Duncan and slap on the shoulder from Courtney. Bridgette agreed to have whatever Trent was having, not that Duncan really cared. All of his attention was on the most spoiled chick that he's seen since Heather Chang. Luckily for Courtney, bitchiness only seemed to turn Duncan on.

"What about you, darling." His voice was filled with nothing but seductiveness. Scoring with her would be a fucking blast. And hey, Duncan was a firm believer that everyone deserved to get laid on their birthday, even uptight brats like the girl in front of him

"A virgin martini and for you to fuck off!" She crossed her arms defiantly waiting for the prick in front of her to go away, but Duncan only smirked.

"Courtney, it's your 21st birthday!" Bridgette chimed in. It took all of Duncan's willpower to stop from laughing at that. This chick really did have a pole up her ass.

"What is your point?" the Hispanic girl snapped.

"I don't serve virgin drinks to birthday girls." Duncan interrupted with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face that just fucking infuriated Courtney. "And besides, princess. You need to loosen up and I think that I could be just the guy to do that." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively causing the girl's face to turn red.

"Ew. If sex is what you're insinuating the answer is No. And besides that, you don't even know me. Why, I happen to be the most easy going person that I know!" This comment received an eye roll from Bridgette and somehow caused Duncan to be even more amused than he already was.

"Right, babe and I'm fucking doctor. I'm making you the house special, hot stuff. Think of it as a birthday present," he said with a wink as he went to fix the drink.

Sensing that Courtney was about to book it, Duncan promptly returned with the drink and maybe leaned too far across the counter, as he was left with a hand print across his face and being told once again to go fuck himself as the girl raced out of the bar, to be followed by Bridgette and Trent-who left a nice tip and apologized for Courtney.

Duncan didn't worry, however. Instead, another Grinch-like smirk formed across his face as he felt where the girl slapped him. He'll definitely see her again, with hopefully more...fun results. When he reached across the counter he had stolen her keys.

A/N:

Duncan, that dog ^^

Anyways, this was meant to go into something bigger that I've been planning, but I thought that it fit weird into the story.

I really liked this, so I decided to post it anyways!

It's meant to be a one-shot, but like I said, I really like this, so maybe I'll continue it if I have the time, who knows.

Anyways, thanks for reading ^^

AND GO SEAHAWKS

Jenna~