“ M-more..please~..”

The pretty man with blonde hair mumbles as he sits on the barstool, he barely can even push his glass near the other edge of the counter. You stand on the other side of the counter and look at him, he had his head in his arm as he was mumbling drunken words, you were the bartender who had the unlucky chance of serving him..

“ Sir, do you have anyone who’s able to take you home tonight..”

You ask with concern, as he giggles drunkenly

" You obviously~.."

Crap..