Kiss My Glass by Eve-the-Charlotte
Pairing: Pre-Tyler/OC and mentioned Chris/Lindsay.
Disclaimer: Don't own the Total Drama series, but I do own Vivian the Bartender! I don't normally write OC's, but Vivian begged to be written, and I just can't ignore beggars.
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*Brokenheartsville*
Tyler downed his sixth beer of the night in a dirty pub in a seedy section of Vancouver, thanking God for his abnormally high alcohol tolerance. If it weren't for that, actually, scratch that, don't thank God for it, because if he drank like Cody or Ezekiel, he could be knocked out into blissful unconsciousness right about now. And that was what Tyler was shooting for.
God, he'd never gotten over Lindsay, his first love. Tyler swilled more of his sixth beer, a local brew he couldn't remember the name of currently, as he recalled what went down between the two of them. Chris, the sadistic vampire bastard, had taken advantage of Lindsay's innocence and, no other way to put it, blonde-ness and knocked her up. At least the son of a bitch had the balls to marry her and not leave Lindsay's daughter an orphan. Oh fuck, who was he kidding? It was their daughter, since the girl had her biological father's jet black hair and semi-swarthy complexion and strong jaw, only more feminine than Chris's, and arched eyebrows and his aura, that aura of confidence that hid malice deep within. If Lindsay had come back to him, he could have helped her in distilling those tendrils of darkness in Danielle, the little girl. Only when a tall glass of water was placed in front of him did Tyler's thoughts shift back to reality. The female bartender was standing in front of him, tapping her foot slightly as she motioned him to drink the water, stupid.
Tyler set down his beer and downed the water as the bartender finally broke the silence:
"Look, pal, you're the last one here tonight, and I need to pick up my son from his father's mother. Do you need me to call you a taxi or can you get to your house or hotel or wherever you're staying?"
Tyler stared at the bartender, who raised an eyebrow at his stare. She was rather pretty for a female bartender, with long black hair and sharp hazel-blue eyes. If it weren't for the tattoos and the piercings that adorned her body, which was very nice as well, Tyler might have hit on her sober. And he was drunk anyway, so he opened his mouth and asked, "What's your name, beautiful?"
The bartender rolled her eyes and mumbled, "Vivian," under her breath. Tyler caught it, however, and he turned his most charming smile, which did not last for long as he suddenly pitched forward and landed hard on the vinyl-covered concrete floor, out cold. He was bleeding from his head as well, which prompted Vivian to call an ambulance to pick up yet another drunken bozo from her pub. Though she never would have guessed it at this point, this would be her third and final husband, the love of her life. God had a weird sense of humor that way.
*Brokenheartsville*
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