Boidy in Distress (Dove/Fighter)

[Spot Conlon]

The tapping of the glass down on the counter. As Spot narrowed his eyes letting them Skim the room he looked for some of his birds. The room started to get blurry as Spot raised his eyes to the pile of money on the counter. The drinks had been added up and consumed through out the night. Why tonight was one of those nights just to drink, was beyond Spot Conlon's knowledge. Might have just been a good day at work, and a treat to ones self for a good week. Friday's were always the best to enjoy a cold draft and a few dozen shots.

As Spot looked to the waitress with a flirty smile he started to realize how buzz he actually was. He shook his head looking down into his lap then back to the tender. "Mary I's have another glass of Whiskey." Spot demanded as he was presented a drink, putting his head down on the counter resting it on his arms. He listened to the doors open and close, the loud children of the night screaming over the pool games and card games being played as Spot glanced up laughing for no apparent reason. He then looked down pulling his cane closer feeling his drunk had came on strong and felt a little threatened.

As he took the drink in his hand bringing it to his lips taking a sip closing his eyes as the burn touched his throat. Spot set it back on the table with a small hiccup as he felt like he was nothing more then a typical drunk boy. This was a little odd for him to do in Brooklyn, but he was at home, and safe at least he hoped to be.

[Dove]

She was lucky enough that the kids in Brooklyn knew how to recognize a drunk Spot and knew to leave him alone in that state and she was lucky enough that when she was lying in Spot's bed awaiting his return, one of the younger boys rushed in telling her that Spot was drunk at O'Riley's again. Dove had crawled out of Spot's bed, put on her black jacket that fell to her knees, tied it up and slipped on her shoes before rushing out of the lodge house and off toward the pub. Walking in she was not surprised at all to see Spot in his typical bar stool with his typical glass of whiskey. She walked over and slid into the barstool beside him, ordered a brandy from Mary and turned to him eyeing him up and down as she now sipped on her drink.

"Spot... sweetheart..."

[/i]she mused softly as she reached over with her free hand and touched his knee, she would do this the easy way or the hard way, easy would be sweet talking him to going back with her, hard would be picking his little ass up and dragging him back kicking and screaming. She set down her glass and brought her other hand to his cheek making him look at her,"Spotty... can ya see straight?"[/i] she asked him her voice still soft and soothing.[/center]