AN: You guys make me laugh so much, i love you :D So here's a crappy little bonus chapter thats probably not at all what you want ;)
Chapter 8- The Bartender
As he watched the drunken young man twirl about calling out for Juvia, the bartender shook his head and sighed in amusement. He hoped the night would be easy for the blue haired woman but, more than that he hoped the young man, who had introduced himself after a few drinks as 'The Gray', would get his act together and figure out that he was in love.
The bartender kept an eye on 'The Gray' as the young man moved in on Juvia like a heat seeking missile. He winced a little in sympathy as she was pulled in to a likely uncomfortably tight hug.
What an odd couple, thought the bartender, noticing Juvia becoming flustered.
Well, actually, the two weren't a 'couple' yet, were they?
He inwardly wished them all the best as they disappeared out the door and then, as he began wiping down the bar, he recalled how he had really disliked 'The Gray' earlier in the night.
It had been clear to the bartender that the younger man had been stood up; he had seen it rather often over his four years of working on Dandelion Ave and he easily recognised the signs. After only two drinks and after the bartender had foolishly thought it would be a good idea to start a conversation, 'The Gray' began his ramblings.
At first it had been a whole lot of indecisiveness, 'Should I go look for her? Or should I wait here?' but what really irked the bartender was what came after drinks three and four…the bragging.
The bartender, now that he understood the man a bit better, could replay the words spoken, with amusement.
"You know what?" 'The Gray' said boastfully, "I bet you don't have a totally beautiful woman chasing after you…but I do."
The bartender had only raised an eyebrow in response but the young man had responded hotly.
"What? You don't believe me? Sheesh! Juvia can't keep away from me you know, she follows me everywhere!"
The bartender had asked him why.
"Because I'm The Gray! I'm pretty damn awesome! She just can't stay away…poor thing, I'm too irresistible I guess."
Pressing his cleaning cloth harder into the smooth bar just as he had done after the young man had made that statement; the bartender remembered that he had then asked about what Juvia was like. It was probably the question he regretted asking the most.
"What's Juvia like? Huh, well…Juvia's crazy, a little scary and a lot sexy. She's cute too, talks in, uh, not a normal, uh, talk, ya know? Oh and she's pretty frickin strong too…did I mention she was sexy? Man, you shoulda seen her today…and she has the prettiest blue hair…"
After that and drink five, 'The Gray' would not shut up, he alternated between giving everyone in earshot long speeches about how beautiful the woman was, to glaring and telling them that they weren't allowed to get any ideas about going after Juvia themselves.
"The thing about Juvia," 'The Gray' slurred as he pointed a finger, "is that she's always there for me, she's a real sweetheart and...and, uh, she's too good for me and…have you always been bald?"
The bartender snorted at the memory and continued scrubbing the bar top, wondering how the woman was faring.
'The Gray' might not have made sense a lot of the time, but he did care a lot about Juvia, that much was painfully obvious and the bartender hadn't need the constant assurances to figure that out.
"I care about Juvia, of course I do! She's my guild mate, my friend and my stalker!" 'The Gray' proudly said, "And I'm not sharing her with anyone! Juvia is my to care for person sexy…woman with blue hair."
Glancing around the still densely populated room to look out for trouble, the bartender then served a customer who had asked for a certain purple cocktail. The fruity drink reminded him of the last time he had mixed it and a smile tugged at his mouth.
He had excused himself from 'The Gray' in order to make the drink and when he had returned, he found the young man had stripped down to his boxers for some reason. It had taken a lot of convincing to just get 'The Gray' to relocate the clothes and lump them by his bar-stool.
It hadn't been long after that that the younger man sunk into a sad state of 'Juvia is gonna realise I'm a loser one day.' It had been a mercifully quiet half an hour for the bartender although then, much like now, he found he strangely missed the ramblings about the beautiful blue haired woman.
Now, he looked up as a guy with silvery, spiky hair sat at his newly spotless bar. Some of the guy's hair at the front jutted downwards, partially covering the upper left part of his face.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked him, not at all prepared for the answer he was going to get.
The man sighed loudly, "The love of my life, please."
The bartender chuckled, "Oh yeah? And who would that be?"
"Juvia."
The bartender's eye's widened, no way.
After sighing again, the man began to talk rather eloquently and, just like a certain other patron from the night, he would not shut up about Juvia.
The bartender wondered why he had thought he missed hearing about her.
It was going to be a long night.
AN: Hmm i wonder who that was...lol ;) ;)