Note: Based off of fanart by a-kyo-kyo on Tumblr. Please go check them out! And I hope you enjoy this one-shot!

Pairing: H2OVanoss

Jonathan sighed as he wiped down the bar. It was late, and not many people were in the bar. Probably because it was Wednesday night, but still. And everyone that was there were a bunch of regulars, like old man Jenkins in the back. Jonathan always had to drag him out at the end of the night because he would be passed out. But it wasn't closing time yet, and Jenkins was still going strong.

The bell on the door rang, and a group of kids bustled through the door, talking and laughing loudly. They all sat at the bar. "Hey, bartender! Can ya give me a shot of the strongest stuff?" One of them asked before all of his friends started laughing. Jonathan leaned on the counter.

"Are you kids even old enough to be here?" He asked. The group became quiet until the kid showed him his drivers licence.

"Just turned 21 last week," he said with a smirk. Jonathan rolled his eyes and pushed the license back.

"Are you sure you want the strongest stuff? There's only one guy I know that can handle it," Jonathan said, grabbing a glass.

"Oh yeah? Who's that?" Jonathan pointed to Jenkins, and the group became silent again, as everyone knew of old man Jenkins.

"I still want that drink though," the kid assured. Jonathan rolled his eyes again and poured the shot.

The group continued to laugh and tall until one of them started talking to Jonathan, catching everyone else's attention. "Hey, bartender! You ever hear about the ghosts in this place?" She asked. Jonathan stopped, and the entire place seemed to go silent.

"You don't really believe in that crap, do you Jenny?" One of the guys asked.

"No, of course not! I was just wondering if he knew about it," she said, looking back at Jonathan. Jonathan snorted.

"I'm pretty sure everyone has heard of the ghosts in this place, kid."

"What ghosts are supposed to be here?" Another girl asked. Jenny shrugged.

"I dunno. Do you?" She asked Jonathan.

"Of course I know, I work here."

"Then why don't you tell us?" One of the other boys asked. Jonathan decided why not, and leaned closer to the kids.

"Well, you see, this place used to be a gang hang out for one of the most notorious gangs here. It was led by a man named Evan Fong, but most know him as Vanoss. Now, he and his crew, Wildcat, Moo, Mini and Terroriser came here all the time to discuss their plans for everything they did. One day, someone tipped the police off about them, and they stormed the place. There was a huge gun fight that supposedly went for over a day. Vanoss was the last of the gang members to be killed. And to this day, Vanoss and his crew's spirit are hanging around here."

The kids' eyes were wide open with shock. "Do you believe it?" One of the girls asked.

"I'll let you decide. Now hurry up with your drinks, it's almost closing time." The kids hurried up with their drinks and left. Jonathan had to drag Jenkins out again like usual before he went back into the bar to clean everything up. He sighed as he started to wipe the bar again.

The bell on the door rang again, causing Jonathan to sigh once more. "The bar's closed," he called.

When he looked up, no one was there, and the door closed. Jonathan stared at it for a second before shaking his head and leaving the bar to go clean the tables.

As he did so, he could've sworn he heard a chuckle behind him. Jonathan quickly turned around to see no one there. Jonathan blinked before he laughed at himself. His own ghost story was getting to him.

Then one of the glasses on the bar was knocked off, causing it to shatter on the ground. Jonathan froze and turned to look at the glass on the ground. He put the towel away and grabbed the broom and dustpan.

After he put it away, he froze once more. He felt a cold breath on the back of his neck, as if someone was standing right behind him.

Jonathan turned around as fast as he could, and to his surprise, he was met by a pair of brown eyes staring at him. Jonathan gasped and backed into the bar.

The man in front of him wore clothes that seemed to be of the 1960's. He was smirking a bit as he walked forward, trapping Jonathan between the bar and himself.

"I overheard your little story," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. "And you forgot one little thing. There was one other person there that day, and they were a part of the gang too. They didn't get shot, and they made it out. Do you know who that is?" Jonathan slowly shook his head. "Delirious. Does that ring a bell?" Jonathan's eyes widened.

Delirious. That was his ancestor. He knew because his family never shut up about him. He had forgot that Delirious was involved with the gang, and he was supposedly romantically involved with Vanoss, but that was never proven.

"Oh," was Jonathan's only response. The man smirked a little before leaning forward even more.

"You know, you look a lot like him," the man murmured. Jonathan swallowed nervously. What was this guy getting at?

The man lifted Jonathan's chin up with his hand. "In fact, you're the spitting image of him." With that, the man kissed Jonathan. Jonathan made a surprised noise and backed even further into the bar.

He tried to push the man off, but the man stayed on him. The man's hands found their way onto Jonathan's ass, making him squeak. Jonathan finally pushed him off, stumbling off of the bar as he did so. The man only laughed and blew Jonathan a kiss before walking off.

Before he made it to the door, he disappeared. Jonathan's eyes widened, and he started rubbing them.

Did that really just happen?

Jonathan touched his lips, which were now a bit sore. It had to have happened. But how?

Jonathan looked over to the bar and seriously considered having a drink, maybe two, maybe more before he shook the idea out of his head. He'd probably get fired for that. He could pay for it, but still. Jonathan just shook his head and left, trying to forget what had just happened.