Summary: Derek is the new bartender in a bar, wherein coincidentally, Casey, is the number one customer. What happens when a drunk Casey blurts out what she feels for Derek, not knowing that he is the person she is talking to?
Derek's POV.
"One more beer, please" said a drunk lady sitting on the table near the drinks. Literally on the table.
Her hair was covering more than half of her face, her clothes were already covered with beer, her shoes are on the floor… She was drunk like hell.
She was even singing XO by Fall Out Boy, but she always repeated the part "Love never wanted me, but I took it anyway." Okay. Scratch that. She wasn't singing. She was screaming. She looked familiar though. Wow. Too drunk.
"Derek, give that drunk girl on the table her beer, will you? Anyway, it's your first day, and she, would teach you how it's like to work here. You may need this piece of information, um. She pukes." said my boss, Christian, pointing at his apron well, you know. Full of puke. "Good luck. You'll need it." he added while winking at me, and after, he ran to the bathroom.
"Ugh." I groaned. I got the beer from the ice box and went at once to that girl.
"Ms. Your beer." I said. She got the beer and brushed the hair off her face and – Fck. OhmyGod. I turned back.
That drunk girl was Casey. Casey.
My stepsister who is so smart that she went to college in Harvard while I took state university.
My stepsister who is so engrossed in her studies that's why I never saw her in the last 5 years.
My stepsister who is so erm, hot, I fell in love with her. And my heart broke when she left for Harvard.
And now she's totally drunk.
"Hey, hotshtu-fff. Comeee heeeere" she slurred. Hotstuff. Did she just call me hotstuff? Gee. She's more than totally drunk.
"Yess?" I replied with my head turned down.
"Why aren't youuuu looooo-king at mmm-meeee? I'mm pprettyy, y-you knoow?" she asked tauntingly. Ohmygod. Is that Casey? Ohmygod. Why am I saying Ohmygod?
I faced her, hoping that she was too drunk to not recognize me, the Derek Venturi. I'm so high on myself.
"Ohh. Yyyou remind me of ssshs-omeone. Myy shhtepbrotherrr Derekkk" she said.
Okay. She really is Casey.
I dunno if it was just me. Or she just spat my name as I was someone who broke her heart and didn't even bother.
"Uh. I guess I just look common. Anyway… Tell me more about this Derek guy." I said. This is going to be fun. I guess
"Hmm. You sheeeeem to be veryy interessted. I like bartendeeers who are listenerssssh. Particularly the hot ones" she said.
I'm flattered. I'm not used to this kind of attention. Well, I'm used to it. Well, duh. I'm the Derek Venturi. But I'm not used to Casey, uhm. Flirting.
"You see, Derek… Is my shtepbrotherr. And well… Uhm. I fell for him. Hard" she said. Tears were forming in her eyes. And I can't believe my ears. Casey. Fell. For. Me. And all the time I thought she loathed me. Stupid.
"Andd. He didn't evennn feel it. I knoowww. I've acteddd t-that I l-loathed him…" she said while sobbing. "It w-was vveryy hard-d. It's v-very h-hard h-hating him but d-deep down inside... I l-love him." she continued
Casey. Loves. Me. Am I being Punk'd? Well, I hope not.
"O-kay. So this mhhm... Derek guy must be very lucky" I said, hiding my feeling of a twinge of euphoria. Okay. Who am I kidding? Twinge? No. I'm ecstatic.
"Why am I telling this to you, anyway?" Casey said. "S-sorry... For taking y-your time. T-thanks f-for listening. I'm C-Casey by the way." she continued, as she reached out her hand for Derek to shake.
"That was erm... Nothing." Derek replied. "I'm uh.. D-der-- Uhm. Eric."
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