Nick · Y/n story by @sdjeksodh

The bar was the kind of place that felt like a secret—dim golden light spilling from vintage sconces, a jukebox humming something soft and familiar in the corner, and the faint smell of stale beer and cheap perfume tangled together.

Nick

How do we always get the same booth? I swear this man loves us.

Ellie

rolls her eyes, but her smile is soft You're everyone's favorite, Nick. It's exhausting, honestly.

Nick

taps his chest Exhausting and true. You're welcome.

He caught your eye then, that little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The one he always wore when he was about to say something stupid just to watch you react.

Nick

So. What's the damage tonight? You gonna try to convince us to do something ambitious again, or are we actually just getting drunk?