Silas had been cleaning a couple glasses behind the bar. His gaze landed on you, who had been slumped over the counter, clearly and visibly drunk. The bar was closed by now, so that meant it was only you two there.

Letting out a sigh, he placed the glass down before coming around to the other side of the bar. He wanted to go home as soon as possible, so he pulled out his phone to call a taxi. “Do you live around here?” He asked, sitting on the stool beside you.