I'll Save You [Edits Underway]

Cuig

-Irish-

~Shane~

"Good work today Shane!" Morris called out as I left. I mumble my thanks as I walk out. Sometimes, he could be a bit annoying with how cheerful he was all of the time. Though, it was still difficult to hate the guy.

I trotted along the path and soon found myself walking into The Stardrop Saloon as I did every night. I push open the door and take in the scene. People from town were enjoying a drink or two with their friends and having a jolly time. I trudged to my lonely seat near the fireplace and sat down.

"Hey there Shane!" Harvey called from his seat. I wave a hand in greeting. Then, he does something no one ever does.

He gets up and sits in the seat next to me.

"So, how are you feeling?" He asks, sipping a cup of black coffee. I shrug.

"Okay I guess." I say, giving him a small smile. "I saw Hel today. She seems fine on her crutches." Harvey smiled.

"Glad to know I did a good job." He chuckles. Then, the door opens.

"There you go kiddo." Pam says kindly, holding the door open for Hel. Hel signs her thanks and limps over to me. Harvey and I help her into a seat next to me.

'Hello Shane.' She signs, signing my name in her own way that made me have to forcefully keep a squeal down.

"Hey there Hel." I greet her, trying to make my smile a little less wide. "Want anything to drink?" I asked as Emily walked over to us.

'I'll have a hot chocolate please.' Hel signs. Emily nods and looks at me.

"Two shots of whiskey please." I say. Emily walks off to get our orders.

'So, do you come here often?' Hel asks, her hands flying to portray her question perfectly.

"Every night after work." I chuckle as Emily places a shot glass in front of me and a mug in front of Hel. I down the shot and Hel giggles.

'You know, I've never had whiskey.' Hel signs thoughtfully, looking at the small glass. "I'm barely in my twenties." I grin and hand her the second shot glass.

"It's nothing too strong, yet its got an interesting taste." I explain as Hel looks uncertainly at the whiskey. "Just take a small sip and see how you like it." She hesitated for a moment before taking a light sip and swallowing it. She looked thoughtful as her taste buds and body processed the drink. She then nodded, smiling.

'I like it.' She signed. I chuckle and order another shot for her.

We spent the rest of the night 'talking' with each other and Harvey about random things. I wasn't paying attention to how much I was drinking and I got veeeeery drunk. Everything seemed to blur slightly and I kept giggling to myself. Hel looked a little worried.

'Shane, if you are not feeling good, Harvey and I can take you home.' Hel signs, Harvey nodding in agreement. I chuckle and lean closer to her, putting my face right in front of hers.

"You're cute when you're worried~" I slurred. Then, I smash my lips onto hers, messily kissing her. Hel froze up as I kissed her. Her hands signed something I didn't see. I grab her neck and pull her closer to me.

Now, when I get really drunk, I can act a number of ways. The most common way I act is all sad, moody, and depressed. The less common, but very likely way is aggressive. The second rarest is when I act flirty.