A/N-Yeah, I know it's not Saturday, but I had MLK Day off and thought I'd try something new-posting a completed multi-chapter fic! This'll hold you all over for a few weeks, right? I'll continue to update sporadically but, y'know, highschool. This is a story with one of my OC's, and one of PennTheWriter's OC's (hers is only at the end though). I hope you like it!

Baz walked into the bar, nodding at someone in the corner and smiling at the bartender. She sat down on one of the dark wood stools and rested her face in her hand, elbow on the bar surface. She hummed a few notes while waiting for the bartender to finish making a drink for someone else.

"Hey, Baz."

"Hi, Talia."

"What can I getcha?"

"Two shots of vodka and a bottle of your crappiest beer."

"Another breakup?"

"Yup. How'd you know?"

Talia laughed. "I'm a bartender," she threw her arms out. "I know all."

Baz grinned, then tossed back both shots within seconds of each other. She whistled.

"God, that burns. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Talia nodded and she looked sad for a second before she turned away to help someone else.

Talia heard a deep voice behind her asking for a rum and coke, so she turned around to see who she was serving. It was an incredibly handsome man wearing a dark sweater and black leather gloves. His hair was long, wavy, and dark, on the edge of making him look homeless.

"Rum and coke coming up, sir."

The man smiled at her and handed her a five-dollar tip and she nearly passed out.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

Talia slid over his rum and coke with an extra-wide smile.

When Talia made her way back over to the other end of the bar, where Baz was, she was grinning like a crazy woman.

"Hey, Baz. There's a guy over there."

"Oh, no. I got broken up with less than twenty-four hours ago. You know the rule."

"Fine. At least get his number? He might turn out to be just a friend."

"Yeah, because you make friends in crowded bars right after you've had your heart broken."

"I know, Baz. But he's fuckin' hot and I'd hate for you to miss this opportunity. He might turn out to be your soulmate."

"Okay…" Baz sighed and drew the word out for a good ten seconds before getting off her stool and walking to the opposite end of the bar.

She wove her way around several people who were on their way to a hell of a hangover. She stole the last empty seat and motioned to Talia to come over.

"What?"

"Who am I looking for?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm dumb," Talia smacked her forehead. "Tall, dark, handsome, and five seats away from you right now. I'd hurry. His drink's almost gone."

Baz got up again and moved five seats to the right. She tapped the shoulder of the person in the seat Talia had pointed out.

"Hi, can I buy you a drink?"

The guy turned around and Baz gasped a little bit. Talia hadn't been kidding when she said 'tall, dark, and handsome.'

The guy smiled at her. "Shouldn't you at least tell me your name first?"

"Okay, hi, I'm Baz, can I buy you a drink?"

The guy laughed. "Hi, I'm Bucky, and definitely."

Bucky got off his stool and they found a pair of empty seats. They sat back down and Baz decided not to finish her crappy beer and get drunk enough to forget her name. Instead, she went home with Bucky's number on her phone and Bucky went home with Baz's number written on the back of his hand with eyeliner, having left his phone at home.