"Another round wench" the young man at the end of the bar yelled out. His empty glass was slammed down, and his friends all let out drunken laughs from the table behind him. They had been laughing at absolutely everything.

I glanced the kids way in annoyance, and turned back to the crazy old red neck in front of me.

"Damn, Merle, for once you aren't the biggest pain in the ass in the bar" i said quietly while setting the drink in front of him

"Oh, but I could be a pain in your ass." he winked provocatively as he through back the shot of whiskey.

I groaned. "God Merle you're disgusting"

He laughed like the drunken fool he was as I glanced towards the inebriated kid. Walking towards the end of the bar i spoke in as sweet a tone as i could muster.

"sorry hon, I gotta cut you off. You boys have had way too much"

He leaned forward and slurred "fuuuuck you."

"sorry sweetie, you aren't my type" i said getting a little frustrated but still trying to sound if i was just joking.

"give me some shots, now."

"Like i said before, i can't".

"stupid cunt"

Just as he began to reach across the bar he was pulled back by a pair of strong tattooed arms.

"thanks Jim" I said looking at my savior as he manhandled the boy out the door, his friends stumbling after laughing hysterically.

Jim was a sweet regular. He was a 30 something black man who spoke hardly at all, and acted as bouncer anytime anyone started pushing me too far. Says I remind him of his little sister.

As I turned back towards Merle I could see he had probably had way too much as well as he drunkenly nodded his head along to the country song and picked on the men sitting next to him. What the hell was I going to do with him? I couldn't let him drive himself with how much he had, but there was no way he was going to listen to me. There weren't any woman for him to be drug home by either.

"what do you say suga tits, one more round for your good 'ol pal Merle?"

"i dunno, you think that's a good idea Merle?"

"fuuck you can't cut me off. Whatya going to do have that nigga gorilla of yours drag me out front too?"

I shook my head. The guy really wasn't that bad, but he had a serious drinking problem and ended up spouting his shit as soon as he had a drop in him.

"tell you what , I'll give you a beer on the house, if you find yourself someone to come pick you up."

He made some comment about taking me home and then took change from the tip jar to go use the pay phone.

Rolling my eyes i went back to work.

I'd never actually met his little brother. By the time he showed up to pick up Merle, which was about once a week, merle was usually so far out of it and making such a big scene that there really wasn't time to exchange names, much less chit chat. I actually couldn't quite remember what he looked like. I think he had brown hair, maybe blonde? Either way I figured that's who the old drunk was off to call.

But Merles little brother didn't show. Brian dropped by and gave Merle three more shots. It was his bar, his rules. And his rules were "you have the cash you get the stash" At around one he went home for the night and left me to clean up the mess he had made.

By 2:30 the place had just about emptied out.

Jim and Merle were the last two left, as per usual. Merle was so far gone he could barely stand, much less ride a bike.

"I'll take him home if you want May" Jim offered.

I frowned and looked over at the drunken man.

Merle was yelling nonsense hardly coherent, but I was pretty sure whatever he was saying was racist and/or insulting. I was also pretty sure Jim would have no problem beating the shit out of Merle if he heard more than one or two more comments about being a monkey.

"no. It's okay Jim. He's an idiot but he knows to keep his hands mostly to himself. I don't think he'll take to kindly to you trying to take him either".

Jim nodded. "be careful" I smiled back as he left and then I turned to Merle.

"okay Merle, let's go. I'll drive you home tonight"

Merle laughed

"I knew you couldn't resist me Missy. Always knew you wanted some of this" he said grabbing his crotch.

I shook my head and pulled the keys out as we walked (well I walked he stumbled) out of the bar. I flicked the light switch off and the old neon sign that read open flickered off as well. Locking the door behind me i pushed the very drunk Merle in the direction of my car.

It looked so out of place, with California license plates and no rust.

And Merle looked so out of place in the car. As far as i knew he only ever traveled in a truck, or on that bike of his.

I sighed as we drove towards his house. Lucky for me it was a small enough town you pretty much knew where everyone lived. Merle was just about passed out, leaning his head against the window and mumbling some shit.

We pulled up to the run down old cabin and a truck was in the drive way but no lights were on. Merle leaned on me as I pulled him towards the door and we walked in.

The light-switch didn't work and I swore. Guess that's why Merle didn't get an answer, no power.

Merle staggered forward, knocked something on the ground, swore profusely and I had to slip back under his arm to keep him from taking a topple. He smelled like shit but I wasn't going to stitch the guy up again. I had done that the last time he and Jim had gotten in a fight, and If Merle wasn't so strung out on something he didn't know what i was doing I'm pretty sure he would have knocked my teeth out.

He knocked a shelf down as I tried to pull him towards the direction i assumed the coach was. He started stumble-fallign in the opposite direction, and sing song yelling.

I guess the noise worked because a younger man with tousled wet hair walked in holding a kerosene lamp. I could barely make out his face through the flickering light. I was about to speak when the words somehow got lost before they met my lips. He was naked. Well, just about naked. The only thing covering him was a worn out old towel.

The confused silence was broken as he yelled at his brother, not even glancing at me.

"what the Fuck Merle. Shut the hell up" Anger was obvious in his voice.

I shook my head as Merle laughed "oh little Darylina, mad I brought home some pussy? Did you want me all to yourself tonight? fag"

"shut up merle" I snapped, his brother didn't look like he was in the mood for merles crap. He was starting to annoy me. As was his little brother. I looked towards the guy in annoyance. He was standing there and not even helping me with his dipshit brother.

"well? you going to get your ass over here and help me get this idiot sitting so he can't hurt himself?"

Merles full weight staggered against me.

"ummf, damn oaf" I swore quietly to myself.