okay so i have too many of these i’m sorry (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

The drunken man stuttered his apology the best way a drunken man could. He struggled against him, half-shouting, “Lemmie go!”

Liam removed his foot from the mans chest, "Fuck off mate, just go home." Liam replied, sitting down at the bar.

The drunken man stirred himself off of the ground, slapped some mone relctantly on the counter and heaved himself out of the bar.
Zackary sighed and turned to Liam, taking out a handkerchief from his breast pocket.
“What would you like?” He asked dully nevertheless, holding the slate gray cloth to his pointy nose.

Liam ignored the question and answered with one of his own.
"You should go to the hospital for that. You're nose looks bad, is it alright?" He asked, leaning forward onto his elbows which rested on the bar.

Zackary shook his head. “It’s fine. What do you want?” He repeated the question somewhat snappishly.

So he does have some bite in him… Liam thought, a smug grin working his way up on his face.
"If I tell you what I want, do I at least get to have your number?"

Zackary rolled his eyes. “The hell would I give you my number for?” He asked this unblushingly as he stowed the bloody handkerchief away. His nose was back prominently straight and pointy on his face.

"Because you're hot and I just saved you from a drunk. Come on, hey if we don't get along fine, I'll leave you alone but only after we get to know each other some more," Liam shrugged, "But, I guess if you really don't want to I'll leave you alone then." He said, standing.

Zackary paused, staring at Liam. “You think I’m hot?” A blind person would be able to tell that.
Zackary crossed his arms, rolling his shoulders back. “If you really want my number, I guess I can give it to you.”

Liam turned back and gave him and grin, "Yes, I think you're hot and yes, I do really want your number."

Zackary tilted his head a little, staring at Liam down his nose. “Fine,” he grunted after a moment’s thought. “But I can’t use my phone until after my shift, so you’ll have to wait till then.”

"Eh, that's fine. And I'll just have a Sazerac, thanks." Liam said, still grinning like crazy.

Zackary nodded and started making the drink. He finally peeled the lemon, rubbed the sides of the cup and slid it over to Liam, before sitting down on his stool.
“So, name?” Zackary asked suddenly, a few moments after sitting.

"Liam Saylar, and yours?" He raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his drink.

“Zackary Williams.” He sighed. “Spelt with a k, which I’ve had to clarify with many people before.”

Liam chuckled, “I’ll try my best to remember. How long have you been working here?” He asked.

Zackary sighed again, like a furnace. “Forever, it seems.” His lofty voice was quite distant on this answer.

“Ah, I’m sure all jobs are like that.” Liam replied, taking another sip of his drink.

Zackary hummed gently in agreement, crossing one leg over the other. “Especially if you’re as old as I am.”

Liam frowned, “How old even are you?” He asked curiously.

“Don’t ask a bartender their age,” Zackary purred with a finger wave. “How old do you think I am?”

Liam shrugged, “Mid to late twenties early thirties.” He replied.

Zackary rubbed his chin. “I’m flattered.” He smiled, revealing sharp, pointy teeth.

Liam blinked once, twice, “Well that’s a… surprise.” He said slowly.

Zackary shifted on the stool, his lips turned up in a grin. “Want another guess?”

Liam frowned and pushed his glass back and forth carefully, “Over sixty?” He bit his lip, waiting for a response.

Zackary hummed. “Hit the nail on the head. I’m seventy-eight.” He grinned a handsome grin.

“You’re looking good for nearly eighty.” Liam replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Thanks,” Zackary accepted genially. He flicked his bangs out of his face, the smirk remaining on it.
“Still want my number?”

Liam smirked back, “Yup. I don’t care if you’re old you’re still bloody hot… and have some personality.”