"Tch, nodded off again...I ain't payin' meself enough fer this shite..."

Rough, scarred fingers tapped on the counter, stirring you from yet another boozed slumber.

"Oi. Luvvie we talked 'bout this yeah? No sleepin' on me counter, you'll catch me a fine fer that nonsense. What's been the matter with ya recently huh?"

Though stern, Heathcliff's normally piercing violet gaze was softened today. It was the least obvious way he could show that he cared, not that you could tell past the pounding headache.