Heath pulled a stool up to the bar.
"Whiskey," he demanded from Murphy.
"Like that is it?" Murphy said as he slid a glass across the bar. Heath chose to ignore that and threw down the shot. He plonked the glass down and demanded another. Murphy obliged and then moved along the bar to serve someone else.
Chicks. They had no idea what they wanted. His head spun trying to keep up with whether or not Brax was seeing that crazy cop from hour to hour, it changed so often. He'd thought Brax was a bloody fool for putting up with it and now Bianca was doing the same thing to him. Did she want him or didn't she? She sure acted like it but when he tried to take things further she kept backing off, stupid cow. He wished she'd either screw him or tell him to fuck off. At least he'd know where he stood.
"Be careful," Murphy said smirking at him, annoying idiot. He was part of, well actually a lot of, the reason Bianca was acting the way she was.
"What are you on about Murphy?" Heath asked, not trying to cover his obvious dislike of the man in any way.
"Just that your head might explode if you keep thinking so hard."
"Shut up tosser, it's got nothing to do with you. Get me another drink," Heath demanded, shoving the glass at Murphy who poured more whiskey into it.
"You gonna pay for those?" Murphy asked.
"No. It's Brax's place, I don't have to."
"He might say differently."
"Well that's for me and him to sort out." Heath said swiping the whiskey bottle from Murphy's hand, snatching up his glass and stalking off to a table in the corner.
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Heath was the only one still drinking in the bar and it was closing time. Liam was gonna have to ask him to leave but was a little reluctant to do so. It hadn't escaped Liam's notice that Heath had just hit the bottom of that bottle of whiskey and was very drunk. Thank God that bottle hadn't been full. Even if he did persuade Heath to leave Liam doubted that he'd be able to put one foot in front of the other, let alone walk home. Taking a deep breath Liam decided to try the nice approach first, he was tired after a long shift and not really in the mood for a fight. Helping himself to a seat opposite Heath, Liam asked, "ready to go home Heath?" It took Heath a moment to react, drunk as he was. Slowly he lifted his head and tried to fix his gaze on Liam. Ignoring Liam's question entirely Heath asked one of his own instead.
"You know what the problem with chicks is?" Was Liam supposed to answer that? Apparently not, as Heath had launched into an explanation. "They have no fucking idea what they want. They act all flirty and just when you think you're in, bam! They act like it never happened. Stupid bitches." Ok, so maybe Heath's words didn't come out quite that clear but Liam got the picture, Heath was pissed off. "Now take me for example," Heath continued, leaning back in his chair so far that Liam half stood up in case he'd have to stop Heath from falling and cracking his head open on the floor, "I know exactly what I want." Liam imagined that was true, and couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face. "I just wanna get laid." Yep, just as Liam thought.