Alistair shook his head as the blond turned around and took away the view he had of her perky bottom, being tempted to tell her that she would be able to make up for the drink spill by bending over and letting him her his way for the night, but even he was not drunk enough to do that, at least not yet anyway. Turning his head back towards the alcohol shelves behind the bar as the long wait for another drink began. His face slowly falling back to its resting position, not that it seemed any less angry or approachable than the icy cold complexion he had on his milky flesh. The night slowly ticking away and the bar slowly getting a little quieter as the night went on, only making the wait for a drink shorter. Which of course aided the artists want to forget his worries and sorrows at the bottom of each tall frosty pint of beer.<br/><br/>The night was a strang one for the drunken man, it was not due to lack of woman he spoke with or brought a drink for. It was still normal in that regard as he tries to find something warm to fill his bed for the night... But it was that blond from the start... Was Stephanie it? Not that it really mattered. How did she know he was in pain... not physically but mentally? But better yet why did she care about it and tried to stay around after he told her to fuck off. She just stuck in his mind, every so often his eyes would catch sight of her, although he didn't try to find her or even remember looking in her direction.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The night was drawing to a close as he found someone interested in being the warm body next to his own tonight. She was nothing special, maybe a four or five out of ten... But she was slim and had a pussy which was all that mattered to him, not even the slim part by this point. The artist was working his charm, one of the small bit of him which improved with alcohol. One hand on his beer and the other gently touching her waist establishing a physical presence however light.<br/><br/>Lifting up his hand with the beer in it, up to his lips with the intent to take a sip, the cold glass touching his lips when he gets knocked once again. His body pushing forwards, into the woman standing before him. The glass being knocked over his face and down his still slightly damp shirt, making it cling to his torso, and his nipple hardening due to the cold liquid. The same treatment for the woman in front of him as her dress down wet starts to show off her breasts, not that the men within the bar would be annoyed with it.<br/><br/>His body twisting around almost instantly to see who had knocked into him, only for his eyes see that blond again... the one who had been stuck within his mind all evening. Why won't she just leave him alone? "You again." Mumbling back, his arm lifting his still dry sleeve up to his face wiping away the liquid which slowly dipped down it. The anger in his eyes and on his face. instantly returning as he looks down upon her... not caring about her friend standing behind her.<br/><br/>"I can't fucking believe this. It's twice now. It's not enough to ruin my clothing but you want to ruin hers..." His head turning to point at the woman but to find she had walked off. Bringing one hand up before letting it rest on her chin pushing her head up forcing her eyes into his own. "Before you try and act all innocent again and ask how can I repay you." His voice going high pitched to try and sound feminine. Licking his lips as he had already drunk too much to care anymore. "How about bend over so I can fuck that perky ass of yours... That sound fair. Don't you agree?" The males voice keeping the bitter and aggresive tones.