Andrew Miller was there again, getting drunk off his fourth beer. No doubt he'd start to hit on her soon, and she shuddered just thinking about it. He was in his mid 30's, but by the way he took care of himself, he looked like he was in his late 50's. He always came in at 9:40 sharp every night and sat at the same table, and drank enough beer to fill an aquarium.

He never allowed anyone to serve him anything unless she did, and every time she'd walk up, she was blinded by the putrescent odor of cigarettes and sweat.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hand raise up to get her attention. She took a deep sigh and tossed the washcloth underneath the bar top and walked over. Putting on her best smile she managed to mumble through the haze of cigarette smoke.

"What else can I do for you, sir?" she sputtered behind clenched teeth. She knew as soon as the words escaped her mouth, that she had made a mistake.

His hand reached out and wrapped around the lower part of her back pulling her close, and she tried to keep a straight face as he spoke.

"Well, yuuou could dooo someefing." The words came slurring out of his mouth as he maintained his grasp on her hips. She tried not to gag as the smell of alcohol and cigarettes lifted up to her nose.

She managed to spare a smile as she wriggled out from his grasp. Swiftly taking the remainder of the beer from his table, she turned to walk away but paused when he slapped her behind.

Suppressing the urge to throw a chair at his face, she turned around slowly and placed his bill on the table.

"I think you're done sir."

She was surprised when she didn't hear complaining. Whenever he had too much to drink and was asked to leave, he would always throws tantrums and start threatening people but tonight, he chose not too. She watched lift himself up from his chair, throw a couple of twenty's on the table, and stumble out the door without a word.

Walking over, she picked up the money left and started to clear off the table. She slumped her shoulders as she walked back to the bar, placing the tumblers on the tabletop. It had been a slow evening and she was getting tired. As she pulled herself up onto a stool, her brother walked out from the back holding a bucket of dirty dishes.

"Who were you talking to?" he said drying a mug. She had her face buried in her hands as she mumbled through her palms. "Miller, I swear if he continues to…" she stopped mid-sentence when she heard a shattering sound and she jerked her face up.

Her brother was looking at her strangely and seemed unconcerned with the broken mug on the floor. The expression on his face startled her and she reached out her hand to his.

"Dean, what is it? Are you ok?" her words broke his trance and he placed the washcloth on the table. Looking down he seemed to be collecting his words.

"Addi, Miller wasn't here…" he looked back up and continued, "no one was." Concern was written all over his face as she let out a nervous laugh. "What? I saw him right there." she motioned to the table in which he was sitting.

Dean had walked around the bar top and was now sitting next to her on a stool. "Addison, are you seeing people again?" he placed his hand on her arm and gently turned her chair to face him. "I thought we got over this."

She lifted her face to his and smiled softly, "Maybe I just thought it was him." Her words tried to confirm her sanity, but her mind couldn't. Dean fell silent, hanging his head down for a few minutes before getting up and walking into the backroom without a response.

Addison never liked talking about her problems and whenever they came up she tried her best to suppress them, knowing it hurt her brother to even think about it. Dean had always been there to protect her; when her parents fought, through bad relationships and any other situation she managed to get herself into.

Taking a few deep breaths she raised herself off the stool. Stepping up to retrieve the 4 empty tumblers, she jumped when she observed that all four tumblers were full, brimming to the top with beer.

Whizzing around, she was in utter shock when she found Andrew Miller sitting at the table. A smoky haze surrounded him as he sipped slowly on his ale, keeping his eyes locked on Addison.