Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Imagines #2 (Book #2) <3

DeadPool (Mark)

(This awesome imagine was requested by LittleMissMcLoughlin and a few others! I'm terribly sorry for the 3 days of not updating. I had to take the SATs this morning, which for those who don't know what it is, it's a three or longer hour test with English and math sections. Basically setting it up for you to fail so that was fun and my brain is fried. ENJOY!)

    You slowly sipped your beer, your elbows leaning on the table. Your eyes scanned the crowds of drunks, douches, and prissy people as you downed your drink. The music blared from the speakers above, bodies swaying this way and that. You nodded your head along to the music, your hand gripped around the cold and frosty glass. You've already turned down two guys who tries to, in their drunken state, take you home.
    "Lass, would you like another one?" An Irish voice rang out, snapping you from your haze. You looked up, smiling at the friendly bartender. His name was Sean, but he preferred to be called Jack. He had crazy, neon short hair and bright, crystal blue eyes. You looked down at your empty glass and nodded, thanking him as he slid you another cold drink. You had known him ever since you moved to the city, you two had basically become best friends.
    "You know, Signe could easily find you a pretty boy somewhere in here." Jack offered, nodding at his girlfriend, Signe, who sat next to you in the barstool. She winked at you and flipped her long, ginger hair, smiling. You chuckled and shook your head, nudging Signe with your shoulder.
    "I'm just watching for now, but thanks." You said quickly, blush dusting both of your cheeks. The couple laughed and Jack went back to work with other customers as you and Signe started talking again. You felt someone sit next to you, but you didn't real pay mind to them.
    "Hey Jack, I want a blowjob." The man stated loudly, a smirk in his voice. You turn your head slightly, seeing him in the corner of your eye. He was a decently short man, with soft fluffy black hair he swept back with his fingers. You turned more, looking at him. He was wearing a black, leather jacket and ripped skinny jeans with converse. His voice was deep and smooth, dripping with sarcasm. Jack chuckled and shook his head, making his way over to him. They seemed to be buddies, but Jack never mention this man to you before.
    "Oh god, me too dude." Jack said, patting the man on the back. Signe gasped and threw a crumpled up napkin at his face, chuckling through her hands. Jack grabbed a shot glass from behind him, whoop cream, and alcohol before throwing the "Blowjob" together. He squirted the whipped cream on top, a displeased look on his face.
    "Why did you ever make me make this an actual drink?" Jack asked, shaking his head and walking away. The man turned, with the drink in hand, and stopped a waiter. You caught a flash of his chocolate brown eyes and white smile. He was definitely a handsome man, very handsome actually. His arm muscles bulged underneath his jacket and you could tell how fit he was.
    "Please give this to that man over there, and tell him it's from Dale over there." The man pointed to another burly man in the corner sitting at a table. The waitress nodded as she sauntered over and gave the big man the drink. Jack sighed heavily as he walked back over and stared at the man.
    "What good is going to come from this?"
    "Hey, I don't make the rules, I just call the shots." He said, distracted by the now angry man stomping over to the other. He slammed the drink down in front of him, splashing it everywhere.
    "What the hell is this!?" The big one roared, his face scrunching up in anger. Before the other could talk they began to fight, glass smashed on their heads and fists throwing. Jack groaned as he tried to warn the guys about the new chair, but watching it her broken instead. The man watched in amusement, chuckling as others joined in. After Jack had split it up and revived the unconscious guy, everyone went back to their business.
    The winner strutted up to the bar, winning at you. You rolled your eyes, turning back to talk to Signe. You yelped, feeling someone slap your ass. You gasped and spun around, seeing the big guy chuckling at you. The man watched, his face getting angry. He went to step up to him, but you beat him to it as you gripped the man's crotch and squeezed.
    "You better apologize, Fat Gandolph." The man's eyes widened as he looked down at where your hand was. The Big man's face went bright red as a gasp fell from his lips. He groaned, eyes nearly bugging out of his head. You glared at him, squeezing harder.
    "I am sorry." He whimpered, face twisted in agony. The man hissed in pain himself as he took your hand away from the man's groin.
    "Hey, hey, hey! Hakuna his tatas!" You let go, rolling your eyes and sneering at the big guy. The man shoved the guy away, watching him limo back to his seat.
    "I don't think we've properly met. Hey there, I'm Mark." He stuck his hand out, a charming smile lighting up his face. You shook it, smiling back. He had a scruff of black beard coving his bottom face, your smile widening. You and him talked for a bit before he simply asked you on a date. He scrummages through his pockets before he pulled out a gift card for a smoothie. He smirked, sliding it in your hands as he winked.
    "How much time will this get me?" You smirked back, plucking the card right between his teeth. You licked your lips, winked at Signe and then began to walk away.
    "Let's find out." Mark's eyes widened as he stared at you, back at Jack, at Signe, then back at you again. He quickly caught up with you, the card still in his teeth. Jack stared after the two of you with a blank expression on his face.
   "D-Did she just stick a gift card in his mouth....?"

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