( @ofbrokenhope )
Ty had a big mouth, especially when he was drunk off of his ass. It didn’t help all that much either that he smoked a blunt with his friends in the back of the fairly crowded bar. He had just about no filter, which was terrible when it came to him. Still, he did his best to go on with the night as if a disaster wasn’t inevitable. The guy he sat next to didn’t look like he wanted to be bothered. So naturally, Ty bothered the crap out of him. He knew he probably should have shut his mouth, but he wouldn’t. That was why his reaction to the fist connecting to his face was little to none. He flinched, even winced when he felt the first of many drops of blood drip from his nose and to the back of his hand. Just as he was ready to swing back, his friends were yanking him out of the bar.
He was sitting in the waiting room for almost an hour now. His friends left him there to go home (after smoking with him on the way to the hospital). He was holding an already damp tissue to his nose when he noticed the all too familiar face join him. He should be angry, the bastard basically ruined his night. He was still pretty drunk, though. And high. All he could think to do was grin towards him. Of course, his hand covered most of his mouth, but he made sure his eyes said it all.
