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You don’t know what you were expecting when you met Wanda again after all these years. She was clearly drunk, but so were you. You couldn’t keep the jealous gaze away from her as she danced freely on the dancefloor, Vision’s arms wrapped tightly around her. They were too close for your liking, but it’s not like she’s yours anymore. It’s not like she was ever yours.
There was something missing in your life ever since she left and you don’t know if it’s due to the now empty apartment or because you were longing for something you never ever had in the first place. You knew Wanda made it pretty obvious that it’s a friends-with-benefit thing, no feeling involved. But your dumbass decided that falling for her was an amazing idea. So here you were, drunk again.
Though you had never met Wanda in the bar before. And you could safely say that because you frequented the bar every Friday after work. You knew the bartender at this point, Natasha Romanoff, who was also one of your college friends, so technically you already knew her. You laughed quietly to yourself, you were definitely going crazy.
Natasha handed you a drink the second you sat down on the familiar barstool, a frown on her face. “Tough day?”
“More like tough life,” you grumbled, drowning the drink in three big gulps. Natasha studied your face, searching for something.
“Was it your co-worker again?” Natasha questioned as she filled you another drink. Honestly? You hate that she could read you so well. It’s not fair. At all. “Or was it that guy that’s messaging you on instagram again? I told you that you should make your account private.”
You shrugged, taking another gulp of the drink but ended up coughing. You gave Natasha a raised eyebrow. “New drink? This is strong shit.”
“This is me being a nice friend so you don’t just gulp down poison as if you haven’t drank water in years,” Natasha patted your back simpatically as she moved on to the drink of other customers.
“You literally work in a bar,” you reminded her. “Aren’t you supposed to encourage us to drink more so you earn more? And we made a bet, how much tip have you earned today?”
Natasha rolled her eyes and shoved you over the bar. “Shut up. Working in a bar and drinking alcohol are completely different things. And I’ll have you know I can drink.”
You grimaced. You learned that the hard way when you had challenged her into a drinking contest. Natasha collected so much blackmail that day you don’t think you could ever look back again. Natasha laughed, giving another customer a flirtatious smile as she handed them a drink.
“Stop being such a flirt. I thought Friday is our night,” you whined, taking another sip of the alcohol, coughing again when you drank too much.
“I hope you know I’m still at work,” Natasha called, her back turned to you. The crowd was getting louder now as more people came in for an after work drink or just a way to get into the weekends. You frowned and stared at your drink before taking another gulp of it. Natasha sighed when she saw the empty glass. “I swear you’re trying to kill yourself.”
“Shut up,” you handed her your empty glass. “Please give me something lighter this time.”
Natasha watched you wearily. “If you promise to not chuck it like it’s your life.”
“What can I say? A day without her is like a year without rain,” you sighed dramatically. And then froze up when you saw two people walking into the bar, hand in hand. “Fuck me.”
“If you’re not too drunk,” Natasha sent you a wink, and you swatted her arm, turning so your back was against the door, refusing to turn. Natasha glanced up, her eyes widening when she saw the person you were looking at. “Fuck your luck.”
“Exactly,” you whined, hiding your face in your arms, which was crossed on the table. “I’m not drunk enough for this. Is she walking over?”
Natasha glanced up again as she handed you another drink. “Umm… her and the toaster slid into a booth. I don’t think she saw you.”
“Good,” you sent a not so subtle glance their way, and then quickly ducked your head again when your eyes met Wanda’s. “Okay, now she definitely saw me.”
“And she’s making her way over,” Natasha hummed, giving you a simpatic pat on your shoulder. “Good luck with that, detka.”
Your eyes widened when Natasha started walking away to serve another customer. “Traitor,” you grumbled, taking another sip of your drink. If you are going to get out of this conversation alive, you need to be more drunk.
“Hey,” Wanda’s voice was the same as you remembered it. Sweet and warm. Fuck. Why must the fates be so cruel to you?
You finally got the courage to actually look at Wanda, and she doesn’t look any different. You hated that your traitorous heart still fluttered at her smile. She didn’t exactly leave you, more like you actively tried to avoid her the second you realized you had fallen for her. And when she started dating Vision, you weren’t surprised that she called the whole “relationship” off. Not that there was ever a relationship to begin with.
You didn’t expect yourself to fall, and you thought that having her for a moment is better than not having her at all. You don’t know how wrong you were. It just made it hurt more when she chose Vision over you. “Hey.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, just a soft breath.
“How are you?” She questioned, and you resisted the urge to scream at her face that you were not okay. That she fucked up your life and now you frequent the bar so much your best friend, who is the bartender, is refusing to serve your too much alcohol.
“Good good,” you replied with instead, flashing her a smile that you hoped looked more real than it felt. “How about you?”
“Never been better,” she grinned. You tried not to scoff. “I can’t believe I haven’t seen you in so long. How’s everything been?”
“Good good,” you stuck with the same answer, hoping to get away from the conversation. Thankfully, Natasha tapped your shoulder before you could tell Wanda off.
“Your order is ready, babe,” she placed another drink on your counter and gave you a wink. Wanda frowned, but you were more focused on Natasha to notice it. You took it, and Natasha kissed your cheek, leaving a lipstick mark behind.
Wanda laughed awkwardly from the side. “Umm… Well, I’m just gonna go. Nice seeing you again Y/n.”
“Ditto,” you muttered, watching as she finally walked away.
Natasha was laughing the second Wanda for far for hearing range and you gave her a good punch. “I was dying watching that dry conversation.”
“Good for you,” you glared at her, taking another sip of your drink. “I’m feeling okay though, thanks for asking,” you added sarcastically.
“I don’t think anyone would be okay after that conversation,” she rolled her eyes. You leaned forward, a slight smirk on your face. You moved so that your mouth was almost touching hers.
“Good thing you’ll make me feel better tonight,” your lips lightly bit her ears and you watched as her eyes widened. “I could think of a few things you could do.”
You didn’t miss the way her eyes flashed down to your lips. “Maybe I can ask if we can get off early.”
“We have forever, darling,” you giggled, flashing her the ring she had gotten you. “After all, you made me your life, didn’t you?”