he’s not sure WHAT number drink he’s on , but he’s at the point where he can’t entirely remember if he’s off work or not. he thinks he was , but he’s also supplying his OWN drinks to himself , so he was questioning it. however , for some reason , he thought this was going to help him feel LESS , or feel something that wasn’t every emotion at the same damn time. he had heard the lore , the rumors , but he didn’t realize connecting with another soul would feel like this. downing the rest of what was currently in his class , he quickly HOPS over the bar , though not very gracefully , and pours himself another. realizing he’s caught the attention of someone also at the bar , he starts by SHAKING HIS HEAD. “ i’m not on the clock. at least i don’t think i am. i don’t know. anyway , tim’s over there and very much on the clock -- and sure , he looks like he doesn’t know what he’s doing , but if you just want shots it’ll be fine. ”
