Jolee sighed and climbed into her cancer ridden vehicle at the end of a long night of work. Today was her favorite fictional character's birthday. Most people would think her strange that she would celebrate a fictional character's birthday. But this woman did not have many friends to begin with. She recently moved to the state of Wisconsin and didn't really have opportunities to get out and meet people. And she lived too far out of town to find really find reason to use the extra fuel to do so.

Tonight was an exception however. Though Firewhiskey did not exist, she could toast the character with a glass of Wild Turkey Whiskey. She pulled into a local, rather quiet bar and cut the idling engine. She grabbed her little black purse and stepped out into the chilly winter night air.

The small bar held very little patrons. There were a couple of raucous farm hands celebrating a Friday night. The young chic bartender played on her cell phone until someone needed her attention. Jolee took an empty stool near the end of the bar to grant her self some privacy. After the bartender confirmed her age of twenty eight years, Jolee ordered her glass of whiskey on the rocks.

Halfway through her second glass, the door opened and a man in dark clothing entered. Jolee glanced at him. She immediately choked on her drink and began coughing. Which of course drew the attention of everyone in the bar, including the new patron. Bringing her cough under control, she flushed deeply and wiped the tears from her eyes.

The two farm hands laughed at her expense, and the bartender looked concerned. Great, now that I have made an ass of myself, I may as well bow out while I can. She thought bitterly. The man in dark clothing sat in the stool next to hers. Wonderful, come one come all weirdo's to see the freak show. She nervously fidgeted, trying to hurry and finish her drink.

"In a hurry?" His deep velvety voice startled her. She choked again, to her mortification. He reached over and took the glass from her hands, and gently rubbed her back. Wiping the tears of humiliation from her eyes she grabbed her purse and turned to leave.

His hand closed over her arm, drawing her attention to his face. She gasped when her eyes met his. "I apologize if I have upset you. It was not my intention." It couldn't be. It just is not possible. She thought wildly. His eyes were so dark that they appeared black. They were lined as if he seen many years of hardship. He had shoulder length, limp black hair. And beneath the black, he had smooth alabaster skin.

"I uh…" She stammered. "I'm sorry. I think I should go home."

"Surely I am not the reason for your departure."

"No!" She answered a little too quickly. "I mean, you just remind me of someone and I… oh damn."

"Do I?" He asked intrigued. "May I ask who I remind you of?"

She flushed again under his piercing gaze. "To be honest," she sighed, "You remind me of a fictional character." His brow rose. She dug in her purse and withdrew a spiral bound sketch book. Her blush deepened when she flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for. She held the book out to the man.

He carefully examined the sketch. She was right; he did look like her fictional character. She was a skilled artist, not the best that he had seen, but still skilled. He met her eyes again. They were an intriguing blue, expressive and untrusting. He didn't blame her.

"Please, join me. Don't leave on my account." She hesitated, but took her seat. The bartender brought her another whiskey, which the man paid for.

"Thank you, er…"

He smiled darkly. "Severus," he provided. Her eyes widened.

"What did you say?"

"My name is Severus. Severus Snape."

Jolee then said something that shocked him, "Happy Birthday Severus." She raised her glass and toasted her favorite man.

Just a little OneShot for my favorite guy. Happy B-Day Sev! thanks for reading!