Flirting With Mayhem
Summary: The graveyard shift is your favorite. The characters that wandered into the all-night diner are weird and wonderful, none more so than Opie Winston.
Warnings: fluff, slight smut, smidge of angst.
Characters: Opie Winston, Reader, Jax Teller, OC’s.
Pairing: Opie Winston x You (no descriptions of body type or ethnicity)
Notes: not specific to any season of the show. But Opie is single (not that being married ever stopped him anyway 😂!)
A/N: First time writing for Opie so a little nervous about this one.
The graveyard shift is your favorite. The characters that wander into the all-night diner are weird and wonderful. The regulars, Joe and Arthur, who prefer the world between midnight and dawn, have some of the most enchanting tales to tell. The stories you’ve heard a hundred times before never get old. Then there are the group of ladies that work at Harlot’s strip club two blocks over that always come in every Saturday and Sunday morning, full of energy; dancing to the music they stream from their phones and spending their tip money on mediocre coffee and whatever cake is on offer. You always make sure to bake an extra one and keep it aside especially for them.
Strangers appear every now and then. Groups of friends, families or people riding solo, just passing through, never to be seen again. Some have stories to tell, others keep to themselves and you always know how to decipher between the two. If someone wants to talk they sit at the bar, if not, they choose a booth.
Four-thirty on a typical Saturday morning. Joe and Arthur - the old-timers as you like to call them - occupy the stools at either end of the bar, frequenting the spots so often their ass groves are moulded to the faux leather. In all the time you’ve worked here, they’ve never once sat together because they are too stubborn and set in their ways to admit they are alike and crave the company of others. The ladies of Harlots, occupying their usual two booths nearest to the kitchen, are as boisterous and loud as ever, celebrating Lizzy’s engagement.
The bell above the door tinkles to announce a newcomer and you’ve become so accustomed to it; a latecomer from Harlot’s or Joe coming back in from having a cigarette, you don’t pay much attention until the room falls silent.