Barmaid :EnglandxReader:

You went out from your classroom, searching for some relax, when you heard calling your name.
- Hey _____! – You turned to see your friend Ludwig. – We're organizing a little party tonight, but we need a bartender. Can you do it?
- But I don't know what to do…
- Don't worry, just serve what they ask.
You grinned. – Okay captain! You can depend on me!
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Your bartender job was very funny. You knew new people and learnt a lot of things; sometimes you also heard funny stories from drunk guys who told you their problems. You wore a yellow t-shirt and jeans, and your [hair-colour] hair whirled while you ran for the counter.
You heard some noise coming from the party and you stopped, looking at the matter. There where two boys fighting. – Why am I talking to you?! You're too stupid for understanding! That's nothing I can do for your stupidity, now let me go! – The oldest said to the other, and then he turned to the other people who was staring at him. – What are you looking at?! Come on, do whatever you where doing! And you, barmaid – he addressed to you – Give me a beer!
You sighed and gave him his beer. He sat and drank it in one gulp. – Another – he yelled with a sign of the head. You gave him a doubtful look. – Are you… sure?
- Arthur Kirkland is always sure, you idiot! Now give me another beer.
You gave him what he asked for and he sighed. – You know, it's all that idiot fault. I did nothing, but he began to sneer at me… he called me "stick in the mud", you understand?!
You looked at him while you were cleaning some glasses. – Is that so? You actually have beautiful punk's clothes.
- I know, but that moron thinks that "gentleman" means "old"! Ah, another one, please.
You chuckled, holding to him another glass. – Well, gentlemen usually don't wear such clothes…
He frowned at you. – I have more than a personality, love. I can act like a gentleman and be a pirate a minute later. Or vice versa.
- But punks and gentlemen are a totally different thing. You can't be a punkish gentleman… it's simply impossible. – You argued.
- It's absolutely possible, for me. Bet you I can prove to you that?
You grinned. – I bet that you can't do it.
- I CAN! And I will prove it. Give me a beer.
You looked at his green eyes, somehow worried. – If I win, you won't drink more than two beers a day. Forever.
- But if I win, you will do everything I want – he said. You nodded: you were sure you were going to win. The blond guy leaved and the party went on as usual, till you heard a voice announcing: - Okay guys, now stop the music: we have a band that will play for us!
'Now that's odd. I never heard a band playing at a school party' you thought. You looked at the band and you were surprised to see that the singer was Arthur Kirkland, that drunk guy you talked with some time ago. He winked at you and began to sing.
When he finished he shouted: - Barmaid, bring here the sweetest thing you have!
Surprised, you took a strawberry vodka and went near him to gave it to him. He gave the glass to a random person with white hair (who quite appreciate it) and kissed your hand, saying: - No, I meant you, love.
You blushed and you noticed that he was crimson red too. He was even more embarrassed than you, although he tried to act cool and said: - So, who won the bet?
You sighed: - You won. What do you want me to do?
- First, gave me some alcohol… - - No way! – you replied and he sighed resigned. – Alright, then can I have a dinner with you? You know, I need to eat something… something that it's not totally burnt.
You laughed: - It's not gentleman-like going out with a barmaid!
- I told you I have a lot of personalities… for now, I'll ignore the "gentleman" one. – He winked.