Jason Demers One-Shots

“So, there I was: in the mall with nothing but Thomas’s credit card…”
You dozed off from the conversation, knowing how every drunken Chelsea stories ended. Chelsea was actually a very interesting, adventurous woman with the coolest, wildest stories, but whenever she was drunk, for whatever reason, she told the most boring stories about shopping with her fiancé’s credit card.
“Here you go.”
You cocked an eyebrow at the shot glass suddenly being slid in front of you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t order shots,” you said, pushing the hand with the shot away.
“Then it’s free.”
“No, thanks.” You looked up and felt your heartbeat pick up in speed. A beautiful pair of light blue eyes was the first thing you saw – and then you saw the rest of Jason Demers, defenseman of Dallas Stars. Your friends around you went quiet, but you didn’t take notice.
He wore a lopsided smirk as he leaned against the table and inquired, arching an eyebrow, “Are you sure? I insist.”
You were snapped out of your momentary daze and repeated, “No, thanks. From your insistence, it sounds like there should be roofies in there or something.”
“I would never.” His lopsided smirk turned into a cutesy smile. “I promise I did nothing to the drink. I just wanted to give a pretty girl a free drink.”
“All I’m drinkin’ tonight is water.”
“I’ll get you water.”
“Water’s already free.”
“So, then I’ll charge you a date for the water.”
“I have a boyfriend.”
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“We’re actually engaged.”
“One last hookup before the big day.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Heard that sex soothes the pregnancy hormones.”
“I’m a mother of two already.”
“I don’t know if you’re aware, but my nickname is actually Daddy.”
You couldn’t fight back the laughter anymore as a wide smile spread across your lips and you shook your head at Demers, who laughed and cheekily smiled at you. “You sure are persistent,” you commented once your laughter died down soon enough.
“Only when I heard you tell one of your girlfriends before how you were ‘officially off the market’ at the bar,” he chimed. “So, what about that free glass of water and a date?”
You bit your lower lip as if you were contemplating the idea, but you already knew your answer. “As long as you throw in a few dances on the dance floor.”
He cocked an eyebrow and you caught him moving in closer, his hand brushing against your arm. He responded, “What is this: a negotiation? Dances will require two dates and your name then.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. My name will require a free ticket to a Stars game with a third date right after you win.”
“I think I very much like the terms of this deal,” Demers said, widely smiling at you. He held out a hand to you and announced, “You have a deal –”
“– Y/N,” you finished, slipping your hand into his.
He immediately lifted it and kissed the top of your hand, but he didn’t drop it after he pulled away. Instead, he stepped back and tugged you up to your feet. “I guess we should get right to the terms of the deal.” He looked over at your friends, whom you completely had forgotten about, and said, “I hope you don’t mind me stealing Y/N out onto the dance floor.”
“Take her!” one of them exclaimed, but you didn’t catch who as Demers was already dragging you onto the dance floor.
“Remember,” you said once you hit the dance floor and had your body pressed up against his, “the deal isn’t for only one dance.”
His arms wrapped around your waist to pull you in even closer. “I know how deals work – wouldn’t want to break this one.”

Notes

Request: A sassy one where you meet Jason at a bar