Liam looked up from the game that was going on to the bar where a rather handsome looking bar tender was talking to some drunk. The bartender looked uncomfortable so, out of good will and the fact he wanted a drink, Liam walked over.
“Sir, you heard the boy, he said no so that’s the end of that.”
The drunk ignored Liam with a scoff in his general direction and leaned towards Zackary’s face, their noses nearly touching. Zackary did not back away, instead, looked rather disgusted.
“I’m paying you to serve me! It’s actually against the law to cut me off!”
“No, it’s not, sir,” Zackary sighed with an eye roll.
This put a toe out of line and he lashed out for Zackary’s pointed nose. It connected, Zackary having reacted late, and a crack could be heard.
Liam wasted no time in hitting the drunk man back. He was clearly stronger then the other and his hit pushed the other to the ground.
The woman sitting close by scrambled away to watch the fight.
Zackary stumbled back away from the pair, holding his nose and making no attempt to stop Liam.
The drunken man stirred on the ground with a groan, fighting to stand back up.
Liam kicked him back down, holding him there.
"Say you're sorry. You don't punch someone who has been serving you for however long your drunken ass has been here." He ground out, snarling at the man.
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.