tumble - osasuna/sunaosa

Evening

"Is this your last one?" I asked the man. This was his second drink and possibly his last, observing his wavering stature. It's fifteen to three, almost closing time. I just wanted him to leave so I can spend the last minutes in the quiet warm room by myself. I'd probably get in trouble for 'pressuring the paying customer to leave,' but I really couldn't give half a fuck at this moment.

The drunk man tossed a few bills in my direction while slurring something unintelligible before stumbling out the door. I wonder if he's going to make it up the stairs in that condition. As I turn to finish putting glasses back on the shelf, I hear some muffled yells outside the door. I'm contemplating whether to go outside to check or to duck behind the counter when a man dressed in a baggy hoodie and cargo pants leaps through the doorway.

"Stairs are pretty dangerous for a bar, you know."

"Thanks for your input, I'll let the architect know for next time."

He walks across the room to the counter before sitting down in front of me and taking off his hood, revealing swept brown hair, parted in the middle. His face shows no emotion, except for the mischievous look in his lime green eyes.

Pretty.

"Whaddya wanna drink?" I asked. I quickly take a peek at the clock behind the man. Ten minutes. But he seems worth staying for a bit longer. It's not like I'm gonna sleep much tonight anyway.

After a moment, mystery man replies. "Can I have a glass of water? I ran for a few blocks looking for a place that was still open."

"Sure, but just so you know we're not open for much longer." I bluntly say.