You felt the cold wooden counter against your arm as you leaned against it, sipping from your beer as Bill sat beside you. It never seemed like you would go anywhere together, nonetheless the bar-- You hated each other, after all. He was the most annoying roommate you had ever had, and yet, there was a tension that neither of you could deny. Whether it was the occasional glance when the other thought the other wasn't looking, or the 'accidental' brush of fingers when you slept in the same bed, or the jealousy that flared up when you guys would catch each other talking to others.

Bill cast a look in your direction, drinking up the last few drops of his beer as he leaned his elbow against the wooden bar. "How many beers are you gonna have?" He questioned, although he wasn't even sober himself. He didn't ask it because he was concerned, but just because he liked knowing everything about a person. At least you thought so. It was hard to read the guy.