He’s such a horndog.
“Can you leave the bottle here?” Mr Grumpy asks. His voice isn’t ordering I think he is kind when he is drunk and rude when he is sober.
“Yeah, I can. But you already look like you drank way too much. Are you okay?” I can’t stop myself prying as he looks kind of vulnerable.
“Just leave me alone with the damn bottle. Can you?” he snaps. Well, not so much a kind drunk, when his rudeness comes into view - my urge to comfort and care fly out of the window.
“If you cause trouble here I won’t hesitate to kick your ass. Just a warning,” I snap back and place the bottle in front of him. It is still half full, I hope he doesn’t drink it all, but I don’t give him much of a thought since he is back to being an asshole. I get the other side of the counter and walk around the bar to pick up the empty bottles here and there as it’s quietened down a little now.
~*~
Hours pass by busy with the night crowd, and Mr Grumpy looks content with his bottle of whiskey as he doesn’t yell his orders anymore. Toby and Landon are totally in their own world, they aren’t even obvious to me as I try to get all the work done by myself. But I don’t have the heart to call Toby for help as he looks happy after a while. His excitement is written all over his face as he talks to Landon.
When it is time to close, it is only Toby, Landon, Mr Grumpy and I in the bar. But according to looks that Landon and Toby give each other I know, they won’t be here much longer. Just like I guessed, Toby comes to stand next to me with a huge grin on his face.
“Sia, would you mind if I go out early?”
Toby has called me Sia since we first met, he said that the name ‘Acacia’ was too long and decided to shorten it. I don’t mind though, I like it.
“You stayed much longer than I thought you would anyway.” I laugh and wave him off, “Go. Have fun, but you owe me one!”
“If I liked pussy yours would be the one I want to bang all day every day, Winters,” he says and places a sloppy kiss to my cheek.
“Go.” I push him teasingly.
“You’ll be fine with him? He looks wasted. Do you need help?” He points Mr Grumpy. He is close to falling from his barstool.
“Damn. I didn’t notice he drank the whole bottle. I need to get a cab for him.”
“Do you know where he lives?”
“No. Oh, I forgot to tell you that’s the guy who has a big dent in his car because of me.”
“Damn, girl. We need to figure out a way for him,” Toby says and goes around the counter to get near his barstool. I watch as he checks his pockets, “Toby, what the hell are you doing?”
“I’m trying to find his phone, silly.” He rolls his eyes but huffs after a few minutes. “Damn, he doesn’t have his phone on.”
“No phone, no address… what will I do with him?” I ask Toby and Landon.
“I think you can take him to your house. So, he’ll be safe, and maybe he’ll forget about his car as a thank you?”
“What? I won’t take him to my place! Never… and he doesn’t even care about the car remember, I am the one who cares. So, moot point.”
“Where will he go then?”
“I can take him to Miss Perguson’s place?”
“Hell no. That old lady will eat a man like him alive. You can’t take him somewhere he will be taken advantage of, Sia.”
“You’re overreacting.”
“Hell, I’m not. That woman even tried it on me, girl. No. I won’t let you take him there.”
“Then you take him to yours,” I exclaim.
“I’ll be down and dirty all night, Sia. A drunk in my house is just a turn-off, okay? And since when you don’t want to take a guy home?”
“Since something about the guy bugs me?”