(2019!Price x Reader)

"You're all getting cocktails?" droned Price, looking at you and then each of the grown men sitting around you.

Ghost hugged you diagonally over your shoulder from behind, giving you a friendly shake. "Why not? Not confident enough in your masculinity to drink one? Besides, (Y/N) is paying." You smacked his hand playfully and he let you go.

"Come on, Price," said Gaz. "What's wrong with a cocktail? I mean, I'm having a dry martini, and if that's girly to you, then..." He took a large swig of his drink, without any care to finish his sentence.

Price narrowed his eyes and took a long sip of the rum in his glass. "Well, you all have fun, I'm going to enjoy my 'non-fruity' drink," he said. 

"Your loss..." said Ghost. 

Alex adjusted in his seat. "We're not actually making (Y/N) pay for everything," he said, briefly meeting eyes with Ghost. "We're buying drinks for each other; it makes it fun, and gives us a reason to try different things."

"Excellent," said Farah, popping in on the conversation. "Alex, I'm getting you a Za'atar Paloma."

"Ooh-ho-ho," he laughed. "What is that? That sounds fancy."

She scoffed. "You've spent all this time in my country, yet you've never tried a Za'atar Paloma?"

"I work there and eat the food; I don't drink there," he reasoned. Alex turned back to the bartender. "Alright, you guys got one of those? I'm getting her a Cosmo."

Gaz grinned, still sipping his martini. "Ghost, I'll get you an Old Fashioned if you get me another one of these."

Everyone else had each other covered, and Price was nearly finished with his rum. You tapped your cheek in thought, looking at the different drinks. "Alright then... What to get John..."

"Another rum?" he teased as he tipped the last of his drink into his mouth. 

It was almost painful how attractive he was. Eyes closed, head tilted back to reveal that definition in the muscle in his neck, that jawline... You let your eyes slide up and down his handsome face and, finally refocussed them on the array of alcohols in all of their vibrant colors and tall, uniquely shaped bottles. 

An idea overcame you when you saw a bottle of Tequila Rose and you grinned devilishly to yourself. "I'm going to get this man a Pink Pussy," you said casually, sending a shocked spray of rum from Price's mouth as he covered his mouth with a serviette. His blue eyes were wide as he turned to look at you and he managed to swallow his drink. 

"Pardon?" he asked quietly.

"Oh, don't act like you didn't hear me."

The sheepish look on his face turned suave and confident, and he looked at the bar. "Alright... Then I'm getting you a Leg Spreader."

The bartender looked between the two of you, a disgruntled look on his face, and he turned around to make the drinks. He kept his back to both of you for about a minute and turned back around with a golden drink in a martini glass, and another short, layered pink shot and set them in front of you before walking away to make another drink for Farah.

John picked up the pink shot and glanced at you with a smirk. "I know you're just trying to get my goat in public," he murmured. "But don't get the idea that I can't dish it right back out, darling." He squeezed your thigh as he knocked back the shot and watched you.

You stuck your tongue out at your boyfriend playfully. "Now, now, who said I didn't want you to?" You sipped your drink for a couple of minutes until it was gone, and John was already picking out another drink for you.

"Let me have a Blow Job."

You looked up and down the shelves. "I'll take a Pop My Cherry."

Two more drinks slid down the bar, one of them a short, coffee-colored shot, and the other an orange-and-red gradient drink in a tall, slender glass. You traded drinks and finished them off. By then, there was a wild look in his eyes and you felt a brush of excitement in your chest. 

John's hand stroked your leg and he licked his lips thinking about his next order. "Alright, babe, is there one you want?"

"What do you want?"

"I asked first."

You laughed. "And I want to know what you want before I say my order."

He smiled, shaking his head. "Okay, okay. I want a Tight Snatch."

"Too bad, I'm gonna give you the Blue Balls."

"Aw, now you're just being mean," he pouted.  "Alright, fine, then I'll get you the Royal Fuck instead."

You gave him a charmed look at the sunset-hued shot passed in front of you and you downed the shot just as he got his florescent blue drink. By then, you were really starting to feel it, your head felt like it was swaying. You touched his arm. "You know, honey, we don't have to compete, we've already had a few drinks; we can stop."

He held up his hand. "No, no, I can take another," he said, voice still steady. "Tell me what you want."

"How about a... Take Me Home?"

His eyes caught yours and he smiled. "You're already ready to go home? We've only had a few drinks..." he teased.

"The drink, you dork," you giggled. "You should get the Take Me Home."

John nodded and ordered your drinks. You sipped your shot this time, pacing yourself, but he finished off his short glass fairly quickly. He saw you still working on your shot and he leaned back in his seat. "Alright, honey, do you want something to eat? I can get you-"

"Sex in the Driveway."

He started. "In the driveway? Not the beach? What if the neighbors see?"

Alex looked at Farah beside him. "I'll do you one better, what if they hear?" he whispered, eliciting giggles out of the both of them. 

You finished your shot and ordered something to eat while John ordered your drink, wetting his lips just barely with the tip of his tongue. "She'll take a Cum Shot."

"So soon?" you asked. "I see..." You both sipped your drinks until they ran dry and by then your sandwich and chips had arrived. You picked up a crispy spear and popped the end into your mouth. "Alright, he'll have the Screaming Orgasm... double."

John stared at you wide-eyed at you, and when you exchanged a glance with him, you could see his pulse in his throat. "Darling, you are a wild one, aren't you?" he purred.

The bartender leaned over the bar top and met eyes with John. "This will have to be your last order, mate; I've got to cut you off after this."

"I can't believe you're already getting cut off! It's only been two hours!" called Ghost from the other end of the bar.

You laughed and cut into the sandwich, passing one half to John. "Alright, what are you getting me, babe?"

He looked up and down all of the assorted bottles on the shelf, then back at you. His eyes were oddly concentrated despite him being wretchedly drunk, and he grinned. "P.S. I Love You."

The sarcastic smile on your face faded and you did a double-take. "... The drink, or..?"

"... On second thought, no, for the drink, just get her a water, eh?" The bartender nodded, and John looked back at you once more with a sleepy, contented look on his face. "So? No quip or playful remarks?"

Your heart was beating fast and you smiled. "P.S... I love you, too."