Lethe, i fucked up, i'm sorry, please take this <3. Also this was inspired by Pour Me by Hollywood Undead
Kevin downs the rest of his drink with ease, placing his glass down on the counter. He glances up to the bartender, a latino man by the name of Eddie. The man raises an eyebrow at him questioningly. After receiving a nod from the half asian he walks over, filling up his glass once more. "Really? Shouldn't you be slowing down with the drinks...?"
Kevin takes a large gulp of the liquid, embracing the feeling of it burning a path down his throat. "Just one more, then i swear i'll go home." This is has been the routine for the past hour, Kevin attempting to drink away his sorrows and Eddie trying to stop him. Its not like he has any reason to stop drinking, his girlfriend kicked him out of the apartment and he doesn't have any family or friends that would take him in.
"The truth is, i don't really have a home to go to..." He mumbles, looking down at the wood of the bar underneath his arms before he drains the alcohol from his glass. He looks expectantly up at Eddie, holding the glass up to him.
"Oh, i'm sorry about that man..." Eddie responds politely, filling the glass back up with the amber color liquid. He watches as the half asian man drinks a good portion of it down, before he goes to put the alcohol back. This man obviously has had too much, and isn't going to be able to stop drinking by himself. Besides, its closing time, he can afford to help him.
After a minute Kevin looks up expectantly once more, frowning as he sees the Latino empty handed. "More please." He slurs out, holding his glass up expectantly.
Eddie walks out from behind the bar, shaking his head slightly. "Sorry, but you've had way too much. I'll help you call a taxi and i'll let you stay in here until it arrives, but your not drinking any more." He explains as nicely as possible, walking up next to him.
Eddies words take a moment to register in his mind, and once they do his frown turns into a glare. "You don't understand! I need this, this isn't fair!" He says as he tries to stand. Once hes on his feet he immediately starts plummeting towards the floor, only to be caught by surprisingly strong tanned arms.
"Yeah, i think i do understand. Come on, Kevin, lets go sit down in a chair." He murmurs soothingly, beginning to half lead, half carry Kevin to one of the wooden seats. Maybe taking care of this drunk man is going to be harder than he expected.
