CAN YOU SAVE ME?

He couldn’t help himself the glare shot in the direction of the DJ who just pointed at him in return. One of these days he was going to kill him, he hadn’t figured out if he meant that in its literal sense just yet. Glass in hand as he polished putting on a grin  he rounded the corner to continue his routine for the night. Polish, pour, smile, laugh repeat it came to him as second nature. Allowing his eyes to roam he easily picked out his customers. Those he was familiar with he didn't have to think about as he easily poured their drinks. Handshakes coupled with an exchange, and a wink towards a woman who just happened to say the magic words put it on his tab. It wasn’t something he questioned, though someone nursing an empty glass? Now that he just might. He’d been eyeing him for a while now the male who sat by himself. Every so often his gaze traveled towards the tatted individual. Though he wasn’t in his section of the bar he grew curious, attracted? Possibly. But the fact his partner was too busy flirting to notice someone alone running on E-- That’s just not right. Setting down a shot of tequila along with a lime wedge, he headed over to the individual.  Leaning across the counter he flashes a smile nodding towards the empty glass “You done for the night or can I get you something?” He asked his gaze shifting to meet the strangers afterward.