[Nightimin]

"Hey, hey, Relax with those- We need to at least get you home tonight." He caught the next drink about to be sent their way and shoved it back with a leer at the bartender and turned back to the man who began to cry. The dark haired boy brushed away his tears unabashed by the stares they were getting by the other bar patrons. It was fine, They would remember none of this tomorrow anyway.

She seemed a bit nervous then, fingers digging into the rag she held while the cup was caught just before going off the edge. Some of the yellow sour liquid hit the wooden floor. "Don't you think you should at least give him some time? He's just been put through so much..."

The boy laughed and eased himself off the barstool, offering his arms for the distraught officer if the tired man needed a little extra support. "Fuck off, lady. He needs no more of that time when he's got me now."