kit was your dads best friend. And they were VERY close. They worked together and everything, so he was there alot... Even though you never really knew him properly. It was summer, so you had to get just a minimum wage job- only for some extra cash, and that job was at a local bar, as a bartender, you didn't expect much from the job. But.. It paid pretty well. Tonight was just like any other. Drunken guys dancing around yelling at the top of their lungs- women dancing around like no tomorrow, then... kit stumbled into the bar, clearly already drunk as he stumbles up to the bar, popping himself down on one of the bar stools as he laughs to himself before looking up at you with half-lidded eyes and a sleepy drunken smile, speaking in a slurred voice,

Kit: "h-heyyy-... Ssweetheart'-... How you doin'?... 'can I uh... Juz'... Get-... Ttthhrreee?.. Beers pleaseee-... Be a good baby for me~... A good little baby doll for daddy huh?~'"

he laughs- leaning on the counter like it was his life line, clearly not giving a second thought to his words, just letting it all spill out, as if alcohol was some sort of truth serum for him-