"I’ll take a gin and coke," he raised his hand to wave the bartender over, who nodded at the regular request coming from him. He rubbed his face over his features, releasing a soft sigh as his shoulders visibly relaxed—he had just gotten off a 12 hour shift at the hospital and what better way to get rid of the exhaustion than to numb it with the bitter taste of alcohol? "Thanks," he muttered to the bartender who had placed his drink on a napkin for him. He lifted the glass and took a swig—he nearly made a face at how strong the liquid tasted on his tongue, yet took a certain satisfaction on the way it hotly slid down his throat. He placed the glass back down on the counter of the bar and jumped up slightly when he heard a loud thump of someone landing on the bar stool next to him. He arched a brow at the female, who seemingly had one too many drinks that night as she slumped herself over on the bar counter while muttering incoherent words. Her eyes were closed and it was obvious that she was drunk. Chanyeol looked around to see if there was anyone around that knew her, or was taking care of her, but alas, the true form of humanity shines when one is at their weakest and all has abandoned, not wanting the burden of playing caretaker. The bartender glanced at Chanyeol with an amused glint in his eye, almost teasing him, as if he was saying, "are you going to do something about her?" But of course, Chanyeol couldn’t just leave the girl—he was taught to never do harm. With a heavy sigh, he placed a few bills on the table to cover his drink and stood up, stepping close to the female. "Miss," he spoke softly, carefully helping her sit up. "I’m Chanyeol. I’m going to take you home, okay? Could you tell me where you live?" Incoherent mutters followed his words as he sighed again, crouching down to hoist her over his back. He waved goodbye to his bartender, who only laughed at the fool who couldn’t stop helping others even if he tried.
