Author's Notes:

Sorry for the short chapter. I wrote this at 10:25 so i'm pretty tired. Please try and be nice. And by the way.
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The bar is Y/n's natural habitat. He usually goes there after a hard day at work. It was never that hard because alot of fighter's weren't as much as they were cracked up to be. Your not saying you're the best. You're just saying everyone else sucks. You are a professional fighter. Not that fake shit either. No the hit's were real and so were the bruises. You always come here for a drink or twenty after work.

It took a while to get over the feeling of getting your brain's bashed in by hangovers more than punches. But hey, It's totally worth it. You were just about to take another drink of vodka when you hear someone scream like goku had diarrhea.

"It's her, It's really her!!!!!!!!" The bitch screams as everyone else flocks to the entrance of the bar.

It's probably some famous striper or some shit like that. I mean seriously my drink just had it's eardrums busted... How is is that even possible. You look over to see what all the fuss is about when you lock eyes with someone you really didn't want to see. The first hint you get to throw a batman smoke bomb is the rainbow hair. But for some reason those magenta eye's keep you locked in place for some reason.

You want to walk out of the bar, You want to leave but you can't bring yourself to move. That's when you notice her getting closer. You try to leave but those eyes keep you trapped in the same place.'Damn it i'm a grown ass man I can leave if I fuckng want'You think as she takes a seat next to you. You give her a side look and you see a small blush on her face.

"What can I get for your celebration miss Dash" The bartender ask's the Rainbow haired woman next to you.

"Can I get a Baileys Irish Cream please?" She ask without breaking eye contact with you.

The barkeep nod's slightly and set's a drink resembling coffee. She takes a small drink and looks back at you. Only this time you're staring right back into those magenta eyes. You finish your drink and signal the bartender for another one. You look back at her and clear your throat. "Their a reason you just so happen to be staring at me out of all the people here?" You ask with a slightly annoyed tone ringing in your voice.

She starts to answer when you feel a hand being placed on your shoulder. The hand is large and rough. You look up to see a guy with muscles larger than your head looking down at you. The guy has a tattoo running across his face and a scar running down his check. He has dark brown eyes and jet black hair. He shifts his attention from you to Rainbow dash. You look back at him when he starts to speak.

"There a reason you're talking to a wimp like this guy when you could be talking to me?" He asks in a rough voice.
You clear your throat and look up at him and size him up. He's nothing you haven't seen before. You grab you're drink and take a long drawn out sip of the clear liquid before slamming down the empty glass. You look up to him as your hand tightens into a fist.

"You want to keep that hand I suggest getting it off of me." You say your voice practically dripping with malice.

He looks at you for a second before bursting out in a large and long fit of laughter. The laugh is deep and scratchy. After a minute or two he tightens his grip on your shoulder and you burst into action. You grab his hand and jump onto his large back. You tighten your grip and throw him behind you before twisting his hand. Throughout the bar there is silence only broken by the sickening sound of a scream.

You grab him by the neck and walk towards the door. Someone opens the door and you throw him out side before spitting on the man. You nod a thanks towards the man who opened the door and sit down next to Rainbow dash. As you look into her eyes you feel the pain of betrayal coming back to you. You look at her for a second before mouthing ''Well''. She remembers your question and clears her throat.

"Well you look really familiar. Do I know you?" She asks still looking into your eyes. You feel like you've just been punched in the gut.

"I don't know. Maybe somewhere out there, The world is pretty small after all." You reply managing to keep the disappointment out of your voice. You look down at her for a moment before sighing. You always knew there would be a day you had to talk to her again but it still hurts. She looks at you before starting.

"So why are you here?" She asked gesturing to the bar. Of course you knew why but you couldn't tell her that. So instead of telling her the truth you do the right thing.

LIE

"Well it's celebration for winning tonight's match." You reply. But the more you think about it the more you realize it's not really a lie. You won tonight's match and deserved a strong drink. So you could have a very painful headache in the morning. But hey, You're a man nothing will stop you from drinking. It's in your nature.

You look at her to see she has her hands on her checks and is blushing like mad.

"YOU'RE SHOOTING COMET?!" She screams.

Of course someone had to bring up your stage name you think as everyone in the bar looks at you. The people that were fawning over Rainbow just moments ago are now trying to rip you to shreds. This ceases in a moment. The crowd that was surrounding you fade's and you are left in tatters. You stare daggers at dash. She squeals and grabs her phone.

You realize she want's a picture with you. After millions of selfies later she stop's. You see she's blushing like mad and staring at you. You look down and realize that your clothes are still in shard's. You blush and start to cover your chest as rainbow giggles.

"Well I guess you got to go home soon. But take my number. Because your awesome could use some of my awesome." She says handing you a slip of paper.

"Do you always have a random sheet of paper with your number on it?" You ask only half joking. She giggles and you guys talk for an hour or two more before you have to leave. You give her your number and head out towards your car.

'I need to call AJ'