Rarely ever he found the bar empty until wee hours of the night and it wasnât strange when drunk strangers joined by his side and started demanding drinks and shots from the worn out bartenders who at that point, couldnât really deal with they nonsenseness anymore, but it was far too early to hear a plead for alcohol coming from two seats away and the voice was somewhat familiar, making him pay even more attention to what was happening. It took about five minutes into the begging for him to get up from his seat and stop right next to where Hadley was. âI donât think there will be any more drinks for you, Hadley,â he wore a small smirk across his lips, not a smug kind, but the kind who wanted to take her home and see her safe. âWe can continue this party somewhere else?â The bartender was glaring at him as if he was just waiting to do something to her, which made him raise his hand. âI know her, pal, so back off.â