As if the other man had heard Joel's thoughts, Walker suddenly put down his drink and grabbed both of Joel's shoulders with the intention of 'straightening' Joel out before tipping over. Joel was too far gone to realize the weirdness of the situation, all he could focus on where Walkers hands on his shoulder, everything else was spinning. He didn't even realize what he was doing when his hand suddenly reached towards one of Walker's hands, softly planting a few fingers on the wrist, completely fixating on it.
Walker couldn't think straight for a few seconds after the kid had started stroking his hand and wrist, but he snapped out of his own daze and quickly pulled his hands away, grabbed his drink from the table and started gazing straight down his glass, seemingly looking for something hidden on the bottom. This was just wrong, Walker knew, and he took another big sip, tightening and flexing his jaw muscles for a bit before turning back to the kid again. Joel was leaning back holding his drink up in one hand and trying to handle his phone with the other. Walker watched as the boy leaned his head back, squinting his eyes trying to see which buttons to press. "Say…kid" he said, when his gaze suddenly got caught by something glistering on the kid's bottom lip. Walker turned himself back to the table again, examining his drink. Walker knew Joel was too wasted to notice he'd just almost chocked on his drink at the sight of that mixture of transparent saliva and Scotch flickering sparkles on his bottom lip. He felt a bulge starting to form in his boxers, and this was not good, this was not good at all. Before he could think of the appropriate thing to say to wrap up this night and get the hell away from this kid, a phone flew past him, and gently plunged to the floor behind the table. "Fockin' bitch!" Joel said. At least, that's what Walker thought the kid had said – only thing worse than trying to understand that Scottish accent was trying to understand a plastered Scottish accent. "You know, who fokin' needs woman anyway!...all fokin' bitches.." Walker sat there, silently playing with his glass, making the content go round. He'd thought it best not to say anything in response, seeing as that could make the little Scottish Foxy just talk more. And frankly, Walker had heard enough whining and sobbing to last him a lifetime, he wished the kid would just shut up and go to bed. On a positive side, Walker thought, that whining did help him get rid of that unwanted semi. "So how do you and Brendan do it?" Walker chocked on his drink for real this time, spewing the content on the table, coughing. "youwhat?", he said as if not having heard it right, holding his head slightly angled towards Joel.