Leviathan knew how he was when he was drunk, it was the reason he stayed away from alcohol. He always became an insecure emotional mess when liquor was thrown into the mix of things.

However tonight he couldn’t resist the temptation, a few drinks wouldn’t hurt after all, right?

It wasn’t long before he was a blubbering and sobbing wasted wreck, head rested face flat on the polished wood of the bar top.

Of course, being the one on shift behind the bar, he was now your problem.