Notes: This script is okay for monetization. Can be used on Patreon, just let me know if you do. If you use it, please give credit. You can change pronouns if prefered but otherwise please don't edit the script. For clarification, any place that says (Pause) is a place for the Listener's response. Anything in *asterisks and italics\* isn't meant to be read aloud, it's there either to hint at the tone or to provide context that might help the script make sense.

​

Summary: Narrator is a troublemaking punk who's attracted to Listener - a bartender at a high-end bar - and has been for a while. Not the type to hide from their feelings, Narrator enjoys visiting and flirting with Listener while they work, though Listener doesn't think anything of the flattery and sweet gestures. When Narrator's usual visit takes a turn for the more violent, they have time to talk as Listener patches

​

TW: Fight Scene, Repairing Wounds, Listener Briefly Harassed By Drunk Patron

​

Word Count: 2,968 (Not including any actions or cues left in asterisks and italics)

​

Writer's Note: This one has a fight scene, which I tried to keep as realistic as possible, meaning that it is fairly short since one of the people involved is near completely wasted. Do I think I did great with it? No. Does everyone need to start somewhere? Yep. (Also sorry this one is so long, I swear I'm trying to write shorter scripts!)

​

Script Below:

​

\The upscale bar is busy and bustling with people talking and the sounds of glasses and bottles. Classical music plays softly in the background as Narrator takes a seat at the bar.**

"Finally! God, it took forever to get here. It shouldn’t be this hard to get here from the parlor, but it looks like everyone’s wanting a night on the town. At least I'm here now, but where are you…?"

\Listener sets a glass down on the countertop in front of Narrator. They tap their finger against the side of the glass, the sound alerting Narrator to their appearance.**

“Ah! There’s my favorite bartender! I was just looking for you. I was starting to think you weren't working tonight. Thankfully, you're here, and all is right in the world. Oh, and thanks for the drink. You’re the only one who knows how to make it right, I swear. No one makes it as good as you do. No offense to anyone else here, but you’re the only bartender I’ll order from. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t even come to this over-priced, pretentious shithole.”

(Pause)

“Sorry, sorry. I’m not saying that it’s a bad place, it’s just… stuffy, you know? It’s full of snobby people who just won’t get off their high horse and stop looking down on everyone. They come here just to brag about how much better than everyone they think they are. You guys aren't bad, it's just the people you guys serve can be some real jackasses."

(Pause)

"Hey! I'm not 'just another one of the jackasses you serve!’ I, unlike them, am very humble and sweet. Also I'm your favorite customer, so I'm clearly better than them."

(Pause)

"Well, if I'm not your favorite customer, then I guess I need to try harder. So, my dearest, sweetest bartender, what could I possibly do to earn your favor? How can I, your lovestruck admirer, earn a spot in your good graces? And, while I’m at it, a spot in your heart?”

\Listener nonchalantly says that Narrator can’t while continuing to make drinks for other patrons. Narrator makes a theatrically sad whine.**

\Overdramatic** “Nothing? There’s really nothing I can do? What a tragedy! To be so cruelly denied a chance at the heart of the one who I admire and adore oh-so-much! I suppose, then, that I shall stop making an effort to do all those things you told me not to do."

(Pause)

"Oh, things like stealing from other patrons or sneaking in after hours to steal alcohol or coming here when I'm beat up after a fight. I guess I'll just keep doing all those things, since you said it doesn't matter what I do. What a shame, because I’d be happy to do them otherwise."

(Pause)

"So you're saying that there is a way to your heart then? And if I keep doing all those things, I'll be on my way to it?”

(Pause)

“So then does that mean that I was already plucking the lovely strings of that heart of yours? I’ve always heard that it’s small acts over time that win the heart over. Are you, perhaps, already beginning to fall for me”

(Pause)

“‘Only making up for the trouble I’ve caused?’ But I’ve never caused any trouble! I’m an absolute angel! A complete sweetheart!”

\Mumbling under their breath** “At least when I’m here. Can’t say the same for outside these doors.”

(Pause)

“But I already said I was sorry for throwing a bottle at that guy who was bitching at you because of the prices! I know it was a lot of paperwork for you, but he deserved it and I brought you some donuts the next day to apologize.”

(Pause)

“Well if it wasn’t about that, then what is it about? I haven’t caused trouble for you aside from that incident.”

\Listener rolls their eyes as they begin to list off the many incidents Narrator has incited.**

"Well, that one wasn't really my fault since-"

(Short Pause)

"I couldn't help that I was bleeding on the floor after that fight, I was-"

(Short Pause)

"I only stole three bottles! It wasn't even that many-"

(Short Pause)

"Hey, I did apologize for that! I brought you roses and said I was sorry on the little card!"

(Short Pause)

"Just because I also gave you my phone number on the card doesn't mean that I wasn’t sorry! I just saw a chance to give you my number while apologizing, and I took it. 'Two birds with one stone' and all that."

\Listener shrugs, telling Narrator that they threw the card away. Narrator is disappointed but tries to hide it with a laugh.**

"Yeah, I saw that card in the trash on my way out. But at least you kept the flowers. Don't try to lie and say you didn't because I know you did. I saw those roses in a vase on the end of the counter when I came back the next day."

(Paue)

"You like flowers then? So if I were to bring you more flowers, you would keep those ones, too?"

(Pause)

"Only probably? Hm. Well, I guess that's just a risk I'll have to take, isn’t it? Any chance at getting closer to you is something I'm happy to do. Not to mention, a pretty thing like you deserves pretty gifts. Though I gotta say, they can't compare to you at all, but I doubt anything could."

(Pause)

"Of course I'm a shameless flirt! For you and you only, my darling heartbreaker. You make it hard for me to stop thinking about you, even when I haven't seen you in forever."

\Listener asks Narrator what they mean with the nickname 'darling heartbreaker.'**

"Hm? I just thought the nickname would fit you well. A darling heartbreaker, someone who breaks hearts but you can't help but love them anyway. That's exactly you, isn’t it? You’re the sweetest, most charming crusher of hearts around."

\Listener laughs but hears someone calling them from the other end of the bar. They excuse themselves to go serve other patrons.**

"Oh, yeah, go ahead. I won't stop you from doing your job, as much as I wish I could keep you all to myself."

\Narrator laughs, the sound quieting to silence. They sit silently for a minute before speaking to themselves.**

"Fuck… Do I even have a chance with them? After all of the shit I’ve pulled and trouble I've caused them? It seems like every time I come in here, something shitty happens and they end up having to be the one that deals with it. Half the time, it’s not even my fault, but I’m somehow involved. It’s like the universe just has it out for me whenever I come in here. Everything will be going just fine until I sit down at this bar and take one, single look at them. Maybe I’m just a bad luck charm for them. I'm sure the last person they would want to date."

\The sound of glass breaking can be heard from the far end of the bar. Narrator looks over to see that a drunk patron is trying to reach across the bar and grab Listener’s arm, causing Listener to drop the glasses they were holding. Listener turns to chew out the drunken patron, who tries to kiss them, their impaired motor functions causing them to lose balance and fall onto the bar.**

\Agitated** “By which I mean that I’m the last person they’d want to date besides that jackass. Just what the fuck do they think they’re doing, trying to grab them like that? Can’t that moron see that they aren't interested? No one likes drunk, entitled assholes who can't keep their fifty hands to themselves. But of course he just has to go leaning over the counter like that, trying to grab their arm and making them drop everything."

\Another glass bottle breaks. Narrator huffs, angry on Listener’s behalf.**

"And that was their favorite-! Dammit, doesn't this guy know when to knock it off? This jackass needs to get the message and kick bricks."

\The drunk patron tries to grab at Listener again, this time grabbing at their body. Furious, Narrator jumps out of their seat and storms over to the other side of the bar.**

"Hey! Don’t you dare fucking touch them like that!"

\Narrator grabs the drunk patron by the back of the shirt and tosses them to the ground. In the process, several glasses are dragged off the counter. Narrator blocks their face when one of the glasses is flung in their direction, but the glass shatters and cuts into their hand, arm, and parts of their face. They make a pained noise as the drunk patron stumbles to their feet and attempts to throw a punch at Narrator. Though they dodge for the most part, the hit partially connects with Narrator’s shoulder, making them grunt at the impact. Narrator returns a punch at the drunk patron, hitting them in the stomach. The drunk patron reels back, wincing as they stumble and fall from their impaired balance.**

“Stay the hell away from them, shit head! You hear me?! Leave them the fuck alone!”

(Pause)

"Hey, are you okay? I saw the way this asshole was trying to get their hands on you."

\Hastily, Listener confirms that they're okay, just pissed off. Listener tells Narrator that security is on their way to deal with the drunk patron. Listener then instructs Narrator to follow them as they tug on Narrator’s arm, urging them to comply with Listener’s words. Narrator complies, albeit with confusion, as Listener guides them behind the bar and into the kitchen entryway.**

"Hey, wait, where are we going? Shouldn’t we wait until security comes to get them, just to be sure?”

(Pause)

“Oh, right, I guess I would be escorted out, too. But I’m sure they know me by now, they’ll be gentle with me when they throw me into the street.”

(Pause)

“I mean no, they haven’t been before, but who’s to say they won’t start today? I’m an eternal optimist. ‘Every day is a new day,’ as they say, and maybe today they’ll be nice to me. Maybe - just maybe - they’ll gently set me on the curbside rather than tossing me to it.”

\Listener stops walking so they can turn to look at Narrator with an unimpressed look. Narrator begins to laugh jovially.**

\Amused, growing to be jokingly oblivious** “Yeah, there’s no way they won’t take the chance to give me a few more bruises. They’re so protective over you, which is sweet, but I think that they actually hate me, for some reason. Maybe it’s because I seem to be the main cause of trouble around here? Especially when it comes to you. What do you think?”

\With an exasperated sigh, Listener begins walking again, leading Narrator down the hallway. They think aloud , asking why Narrator causes Listener so much trouble.**

“You know what they say, “no rest for the wicked.” And you, my dear bartender, are incredibly wicked.”

(Short Pause)

“Yeah you are. Wickedly hot.”

\Narrator starts laughing, only to end up wincing and making a sound of discomfort.**

“Ow, fuck! Shit, are there cuts on my face?

\Listener looks over their shoulder at Narrator, incredulous, to ask if Narrator hadn’t realized it sooner.**

“I mean, I was there during the fight, so I remember I got hit by that cup. I guess I just didn’t realize that any of it actually cut my face. Are there a lot?”

(Pause)

\Surprised** “Oh! Oh, damn, that’s…more than I was hoping for.”

(Short Pause)

“Well, yeah, any glass is more than I was hoping for, but that’s just… How did I not feel that?”

(Pause)

“Right, right. The adrenaline. And now the adrenaline rush is starting to wear off, which is not ideal. Not ideal at all.”

\Narrator draws in a pained breath through their teeth, swearing under their breath.. They finally arrive where Listener has been guiding them, and Listener pushes open the door to a small room before pulling Narrator in behind them.**

“Wait, isn’t this the break room? Like, the employee break room? A place where I shouldn’t be?”

(Pause)

"That was one time, and I think security dragged me out of here before the door even shut. It's different when I'm actually being invited back here. And by 'invited,' I mean firmly led back here. Which I don't mind at all, since you're the one doing it."

(Short Pause)

"Sorry. You know I'm gonna flirt if I get a chance. You're too good to resist."

\Listener ignores Narrator's comment and instructs Narrator to sit down in one of the chairs at the table in the center of the room.**

"Just sit down at the table?"

\Narrator complies with Listener’s instructions, one of the chairs scraping over the ground in the quiet room. They sit down, watching Listener pick up a first-aid kit before walking over and setting it on the table. They open it and begin to sort through its contents as Narrator tries to peer at what Listener is doing.**

“Is that a first-aid kit? You guys keep one back here?”

(Pause)

“Oh, yeah, that makes a lot of sense. I guess any place that has alcohol and breakable dishes is bound to need something to fix up injuries.”

\Narrator hisses in pain.**

“Speaking of which, got anything for pain? If we’re going to be fixing me up, I think that I might want something to take the edge off.”

\Listener sets a heavy glass bottle on the table. There’s a slight pause before Narrator speaks.**

“I have to admit, I was thinking something more like ibuprofen, but instead of medicine, it looks like you gave me a bottle of - what is this - cherry moonshine? Listen, I know you’re not a doctor, but-”

\Listener cuts Narrator off to explain that Narrator has already been drinking alcohol, and that drinking and taking medicine together isn’t safe. Instead, they tell Narrator that Listener is going to use numbing cream once they have the cuts cleaned up, but first they have to get the glass out.**

“Oh, right. I always forget about the ‘no combining medicine and alcohol’ thing, and I guess I’ve already been drinking.”

(Short Pause)

\Light bantering with Listener** “Well it’s not exactly something I have to remember often, so I don’t really think about it. It’s not everyday that I have a need for both at the same time.”

(Pause)

“Well, I guess you’re right on that one. Pass the moonshine, bartender. The sooner we get this started, the sooner we get this done.”

\Narrator takes the cap off the bottle and sets it aside before taking a drink. Listener opens a sterile wipe and begins to carefully wipe away the blood from the cuts on Narrator’s arm and hand. The sting of the wipe against their skin makes Narrator hiss in pain.**

“Fuck, that stings!”

\Listener, though focused on cleaning the cuts on the back of Narrator’s hand, grins to themself as they ask if Narrator is talking about the alcohol or the sterile wipe.**

"Both, really, though I was talking about the sterilizing alcohol rather than the stuff for drinking. Seriously though, this moonshine is some good stuff, where'd you get it?"

(Pause)

“I think I’ve heard of them before. They’re uh, downtown, right? Down the street from the arcade?”

(Pause)

“Yeah, I pass their store on the way to work. I’ve never gone in there, but if you like them so much, I guess I’ll have to give them a shot- Fuck!"

\Narrator's words are cut off when Listener begins to clean the blood off of the few cuts on Narrator’s face. Listener pauses, asking Narrator if they’re okay. Narrator lets out a grunt through their clenched teeth, trying to hold still so Listener can continue.**

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just give me a warning before you start on my face, it’s a bit more sensitive.”

\Too focused on their task to find a witty retort, Listener continues cleaning the cuts on Narrator’s face. After a long pause, Listener’s gaze moves away from the injuries and catches Narrator’s eyes, which are focused on Listener’s face. Listener asks Narrator why they’re staring at them.**

\Sheepish, genuine** “Was I staring? Sorry, I guess I just got caught up in looking at you.”

(Pause)

“Oh god, that really sounded like a pick up line, didn’t it? Shit, that’s my bad, sorry. I mean, it’s the truth, but I didn’t mean to actually say it out loud.”

\Listener scoffs as they toss the sterilizing wipes in the trash and wash their hands again. They pick up the antibiotic cream and open it as they tell Narrator to quit flirting with Listener since it won’t help them get on Listener’s good side. Narrator chuckles.**

“If it means anything, I’m not flirting with you because I want to be in your good books. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do want that, but the flattery and compliments and flirting- All of that is kind of its own thing.”

(Pause)

“Well, I think everyone wants the people they admire to like them back, so of course I want you to like me. Being on your good side means that I get to hang out around you more, and maybe even get you to enjoy spending time with me, too. You matter to me more than random strangers I meet at parties, or clients who I enjoy talking to. I know I’m a social person, and that I have a way with people; I’ve just always been good at talking. But I like talking to you more than anyone else. I know I’m always joking around and complimenting people, but the flirting, the praise, the sweet talk is… Well, that’s just for you.”

(Pause)

\Joking, playfully sarcastic** “What, do you think I flirt with everyone I meet?”

\Listener, mildly surprised, admits that they thought they did.**

\Turning serious** “Hold on. You actually thought that I was the kind of person to just hit on anyone who I found attractive enough?”

(Pause)

“No! Of course not! I'd never lead someone on like that! I'm not that kind of jackass! When I genuinely want to be with someone, I’m not gonna waste time trying to get with someone else. You’re the only one I want, so you’re the only one who I flirt with. Haven’t you realized that?!”

(Short Pause)

\Disbelieving, growing emotional** “Of course it’s you! Who else would it be? There’s no one else I could possibly want when you’re right in front of me! Even when you're not in front of me, you're always on my mind. I can't stop thinking about you. Ever since I first laid eyes, you’ve been all I wanted. I can’t even begin to tell you how fucking bad I want you. I’ve been coming here for years now, and every single time I do, all I can think about is how much I wish you would give me a chance. But I’m not gonna try asking for that; hell, I’m lucky that I can just come here and talk sweet at you without you kicking me out. At this rate, I couldn’t even blame you if you did. But I keep coming back here because everytime I think about you, I feel the tiniest little spark of hope that maybe, if I can keep from dragging any more trouble to your doorstep, you’ll think about it.”

(Pause)

“‘About what?’ Like I said, about giving me a chance. Just one chance to prove to you that we match, that we fit together. You and I have something - Or, we could have something, if we just gave it a shot.”

(Pause)

“What do you mean? Of course I do, that’s what I just said. You’re the only person I want. You, and only you.”

\Listener explains that they thought Narrator had been joking around with them.**

“You thought I was joking?”

(Pause)

“No! I mean every word! Every single time I say that you’re beautiful, that I could spend hours looking at you, I mean it! When I tell you that your mind is amazing, and that watching you work is fascinating, I mean it! I’m not just giving you little bullshit sweet nothings; you deserve to hear the truth about yourself. There’s so many things about you that are just… God, how do I even describe it? You are like no one I’ve ever met before, and now that I’ve noticed that, I can’t stop thinking about it. You are so much more than everyone else I’ve dated. There’s just something about you that makes you seem more vivid, like you just drench the world around you in color. Everything about you is so distinctly… you. There’s no other way to describe it. You are you, and that’s what makes me so attracted to you. Genuinely attracted to you. Not just ‘cute enough to tease between flings’ attracted. Not just ‘a quick night together’ attracted. I mean the ‘heart pounding, red-in-the-face, can’t stop finding more reasons to fall for you’ kind of attracted. Believe me, if this was just some little game for me, I would’ve quit a long time ago. But I’m still here, still laying my heart out for you, because I mean it. Because I want you to see all of what I’m feeling, and I want you to know that these feelings of mine aren’t going anywhere.”

(Pause)

“Yes. Really. Did you really not know?”

\Listener responds that no, they didn’t. Narrator laughs.**

“Well, I gotta say, as smart as you are, I can’t believe that you didn’t see it sooner. I mean, I wasn’t trying to hide it. The opposite, actually; I was really, really up front about it. I just don’t know how you didn’t realize that I meant it.”

(Pause)

“Every single word since we first met. From the second you dragged me away from that fight I got into with the old manager and had to take me to a clinic for my concussion, I have meant every single word I’ve said to you.”

(Pause)

“Yes, even the very first words I said to you. Do you remember what my first words to you were?”

\There’s a pause for Listener to respond before Narrator laughs again, amused.**

“Oh god, I didn’t think you’d actually remember that. Though I think my exact phrasing was ‘please help me clean the blood off my mouth so you don’t taste it when we kiss.’ Bold words, even by my standards, but I’ll go ahead and blame it on the concussion and the alcohol.”

\Narrator chuckles fondly. Listener looks at them considerately before moving their hand to Narrator’s face, swiping at Narrator’s lip with their thumb.**

\Slightly muffled** “Mm? Is there something on my mouth?”

(Pause)

“Did I really cut my lip again? Hah, old habits die hard, I guess. It’s not even a surprise by now.”

\There’s a few long moments of silence as Listener continues to clear away the blood from Narrator’s lip. The unusual but not unwelcome sensation causes Narrator to allow Listener to continue.**

\Quiet, not wanting to disturb Listener** “Hey, it’s taking you a while to clean it up. Is the cut pretty deep? I can hardly feel it.”

(Pause)

“Just a lot of blood then? Makes sense. At least this time I didn’t swallow any.”

\Listener agrees as they trace their thumb slowly over Narrator’s lower lip. They’ve cleaned up the blood already, but they continue touching Narrator’s face as they remark that it is good that Narrator didn’t swallow any, since Listener hates the taste of blood.**

“Yeah, I think almost everyone hates the taste of blood. I don’t blame you at all.”

\Slyly, Listener agrees again, adding that they’d hate for their first kiss with Narrator to taste like blood. Narrator pauses, surprised, before clearing their throat.**

“‘Our first kiss?’”

(Pause)

“You said that you don’t want our first kiss to taste like blood.”

(Short Pause)

“It just makes it seem like you want to kiss me.”

(Pause)

\Hesitant** “You… do? You want to kiss me? ”

(Short Pause)

“Yeah, absolutely. You can kiss me, if you want to. I’d be more than happy to kiss you.”

\Listener and Narrator meet in a kiss, moving slowly and taking their time.**

“Oh, wow…”

(Pause)

“No, that was- That was incredible. I’m just lost for words. You’ve got me speechless”

(Pause)

“Can you blame me? I’ve wanted that for so long, and now here you are, right in front of me, kissing me. I have wanted this from the very second I laid eyes on you, and- Wait, it didn’t taste like blood, right?”

(Pause)

“Oh, thank god. I was worried it would and you’d be disgusted.”

(Pause)

“Tasted like cherry? Oh, that must be from the moonshine.”

(Short Pause)

\Flirty** “Well, if you like the taste of it so much, then you should kiss me again. I’m more than happy to let you get another taste.”

\Listener and Narrator kiss a few more times*

“So does this mean that we’re going to give ‘us’ a chance?”

\Listener kisses Narrator again.**

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

\Listener and Narrator kiss a few more times.**

“I’m so excited to be with you. I’m going to make you the happiest person ever. You won’t regret this, I promise. You and I are going to be great together, I just know it.”