Title: A Bottle of Beer Goes a Long Way
At the bar. Again. But this time, not a drop of abestine had touched Lucas's lips. Instead, his eyes were on Andrew. He knew Andrew; he was Q's kid after all. And the Royal Family was no less than popular. As high as his family title was, Andrew seemed disheveled now.
His black hair was a mess, fluffed up in all the wrong places. The collar of his shirt was tattered. And his gray eyes had long since dulled, from a iridescent light gray to a slightly darker, harder shade. His lips remained in a frown, only moving to accommodate the bottle he kept bringing to them.
Which was another thing; Andrew wasn't here to chat, not in the least. The look in his eyes made it obvious that the bottle in his hand wasn't the first, and certainly not the last. Even Joan, the bartender, gave him a sad look every time he passed by Andrew's seat.
Lucas watched Andrew with keen eyes, only flicking them away when he thought he'd been caught. He knew it would be better to just talk to him, and not just observe. But it was what he was used to, especially with new people. Though, something about him seemed different. Maybe it was just because of the way Andrew just seemed so–
"Hey."
Lucas looked up, pulled from his train of thought. He hadn't realized Andrew had moved his seat closer. Nor had he realized that he wanted to speak to him.
"Uhm- hey." Lucas's cheeks dusted a soft purple as he spoke, embarrassment filling him.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Andrew's words were slurred at the edges, but it was easy enough to tell what he meant.
Lucas shook his head, resting his cheek in his hand.
"I have things to do tonight," he said, stifling a little yawn. "And shouldn't you as well? I mean, you must have someone or something to go home to.. you have kids and a wife, don't you?"
Lucas noticed the way Andrew gritted his teeth at /wife/, and it only made him more curious.
"Kids," Andrew took another sip of his drink. "No wife. Had one, once. But, it was never really… official."
Lucas nodded. "Is she the reason why you're here?"
Andrew scoffed, twirling the now empty bottle in his hands. "Not the only reason," Lucas raised a brow, and it only seemed to cause Andrew to continue. "I have to attend court soon. And I don't have a lawyer."
"What a shame..." Lucas mumbled. "I've been told I have a way with words, perhaps I could be a lawyer."
"You?" Andrew cocked his head with a teasing grin. "You don't even know what I'm in for."
Lucas shrugged. "You can tell me when you're sober. Then we can decide prices, times…"
"You seem very quick witted."
"Alas, I admit it."
"I bet you'll be quite the lawyer."
"So that's a yes?"
Andrew nodded, waving his hand to order another drink.
"And really, you should drink with me. What more could you have to do?"
Lucas gave a little sigh, watching Andrew take a deep swig of the fresh bottle. "The night is young. Many things can be done in the calm light of the moon."
The only response he was given was an eye roll. He let his mind wander for just a few moments more, before deciding. He looked up at Andrew, and snatched his drink from his loose grip. He took a quick gulp, a little shiver going down his spine at the warmth that spread through him as the alcohol slipped down his throat.
He rested the bottle back on the counter when he was finished, a satisfied smile on his lips. Andrew looked slightly stunned, but snapped out of it in seconds. Lucas was given another eye roll as he took the bottle back.
"So?" Andrew questioned.
Just as Lucas was about to answer, a soft voice was heard from the doorway of the small bar.
"Papa?"