pezberry anon: Tipsy!Santana + Karaoke + singing Shaggy's song "Angel"
"Hey, Lopez!" Puck smirked, leaning over and nudging her with his shoulder. "You should go get the next round."
Santana scoffed, glaring at him. "Fuck off, you get the next round," she snapped.
"Well I'm gonna go do a song and somebody better have gotten me a drink by the time I get back," Mercedes said, standing up and going up to the stage, exchanging words with the man in charge of the karaoke.
The music to "Respect" started blasting through the speakers and Kurt groaned. "I love Mercedes, but she always does this song," he yelled, straining over the music. "Santana, go get us more alcohol."
"Why do I have to do it?" Santana asked. She gestured over towards Sam. "Make Trouty Mouth go do it."
"Would you guys shut up?" Sam hissed, glaring at them. "I'm trying to listen to Mercedes."
Puck drained the last of his beer. "You should get the next round because the hot girl behind the bar's had her eyes on you all night," he said, tilting his head towards the bar. "And you'd be stupid not to hit that."
Santana glanced over, leaning over to see around the group at the next table. A small brunette was behind the bar, a simple grey tank top hugging the curves of her waist and breasts. A guy at the bar said something to her and she laughed, throwing her head back. The woman caught Santana staring and quirked an eyebrow at her.
Santana smirked, quickly chugging down the last of her drink. "Yeah, okay," she smirked. She pulled herself up out of her chair, teetering for a moment. "Whoa," she chuckled. Puck put a hand on her hip to steady her.
"Easy there, Lopez," he grinned.
She shrugged him off. "I'm fine," she said, adjusting her top, pulling it down slightly to show off more of her cleavage.
She sauntered up towards the bar slowly, leaning half on top of it and waiting for the bartender to finish talking to the ridiculously tall guy sitting at the other end of the bar.
The woman finally made her way to Santana, smiling. "Hey, what can I get you?" she asked.
Santana leaned further forward, running her eyes down the woman's body and back up to her nametag. "Just another round for me and my friends, Rachel," she said, waving her hand in a vague motion towards the table where Sam, Puck, Kurt, and Mercedes were sitting.
Rachel went to work fixing their drinks and Santana watched her work, the way she licked her lips and angled every glass just perfectly underneath the tap, fixing a couple of shots and some fruity mixed drink that Sam swore didn't make him look like a girl. She threw her hair over her shoulder as she loaded up a tray.
"Your friend's really good," she said, arranging the drinks.
"Yeah, she's not bad," Santana replied, resting her chin on her hand and winking at Rachel. "I'm way better, though."
"Oh?"
"Uh-huh," Santana drawled.
Rachel slid the tray on top of the bar and Santana caught her eyes lingering on Santana's chest for just a moment too long. "Well you'll have to give me a demonstration of your talents…I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."
"Santana," she said, holding out her hand and sliding her palm against Rachel's as they shook hands. She grabbed the tray of drinks. "Thanks," she said. "I'll show you how talented I am later," she smirked, going back to join her friends.
Six drinks later…or maybe it was seven. Santana wasn't sure anymore, but she couldn't feel her legs so it was definitely more than five.
"I can't believe you're still here," Puck laughed, shaking his shoulders as Kurt gave a rather excited and very drunk performance of "Le Jazz Hot."
Santana watched Rachel behind the bar, the muscles in her arms flexing as she handled various glasses and bottles. She mixed drinks expertly and with practiced ease, smiling widely as she did so. Santana watched the way her chest rose and fell every time she laughed and the way Rachel looked up through her eyelashes and bit her lip coyly, glancing at Santana every once in a while.
"Me, either," she groaned. "'M just …waiting for her to get off or somethin'. She saidlater."
"Oh, I'm sure she's gonna get off," Puck smirked.
Rachel was wiping down the bar, her hand lightly swiping a rag across it as she leaned forward. Santana's eyes narrowed.
"It's not fair," she muttered. "She's so hot. Look at her! With her lips and her fucking eyes," she hissed. "And did you see those legs? Tell me you saw those damn legs."
Puck nodded, staring at Sam and Mercedes as they cuddled across the table. "Like a fucking angel, man," he said.
"Oh! Oh!" Santana cried. "That's the-the song."
"What song?"
"For the demonstration," Santana said, standing up shakily. She pointed towards Rachel, grabbing her attention and winking for good measure as she grabbed the microphone on the stage and asked the man there to queue up the music.
A familiar song started playing through the speakers and she smirked, making sure to look at Rachel. Rachel's eyes widened and she started to laugh.
"Girl you're my angel," Santana sang smoothly, ignoring the fact that her words were slurring a little bit. "you're my darling angel. Closer than my peeps you are to me," she pointed towards the table her friends were at. Puck laughed loudly.
Santana swung her hips. "Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel. Girl you're my friend when I'm in nee-eed lady," she sang, swaying slightly with the music.
It wasn't the neatest performance she had ever done, but Santana was proud of the way she was able to make her voice sound like the guy in the song in the spoken parts. She messed up most of the words, but the voice was good and Rachel was grinning widely, so Santana was totally fine with it.
Rachel shook her head as Santana finished, her friends cheering for her. She bypassed their table, however, and headed over towards the bar, Rachel's eyes on her the entire way.
"So," she chuckled lowly, "what did you think?"
Rachel laughed. "It wasn't the worst drunken version of that song I've ever heard," she smirked, resting her hands on top of the bar.
"Damn right," Santana said. "Listen," she started, "listen, you're like, an angel, okay? With your legs and your fucking flirty eyes. I fucking love angels. And you're a really hot one."
"Oh my god," Rachel giggled. "You are so drunk."
"Tha's not an answer to the question."
"I'm sorry, was there a question in there?"
"Yeah," Santana smirked, pressing her fingers to the bar next to Rachel's. "What are you doing later? And you appear to me so tender, girl I surrender," she sang.
Rachel laughed again. "I get off in an hour. If you can still stand up then, maybe I'll give you my number."
Puck slid up next to Santana. "What if I can still stand up in an hour?"
Santana smacked him in the shoulder. "Sorry, you didn't sing a song to me," Rachel answered, sending another grin towards Santana.
