Dec 8, 2013
"Jackson...pour us some vodka shots, and leave the bottle. Yeah?"
It wasn't a particularly busy night in Winterland. Most likely due to the prominent nip in the air which drove people into their own dwellings instead of reigning in the bar. So, when it came to the male who was resigning at the end of the bar waving him down, it wasn't too difficult for him to be noticed.
"Us?" The blond echoed, dipping down to one of the lower cabinets to retrieve a single shot glass. "M'fraid I can't drink on the job." He also wasn't particularly drinking legal. "You're gunna have to sit this one on your own." Snatching one of the tall, clear liquor bottles from one of the overhead shelves, the shot was poured and as was left out upon request.
