After he downed what was probably his fifth shot he began to feel himself slowly being taken away by the effects of the alcohol. Everything around him was tuned out, thoughts included, and the only thing keeping him from entering his own little world was the note in the back of his mind that he had to drive home. He was totally relaxed, and on the other hand it was safe to say that he was not completely intoxicated yet. Some of the people in here have been here a lot longer than he has from the looks of things and he was not one of those people who seemed like he lived in a bar. Heâ€™s been close to that several times but he refuses to which was why he usually just drank in the privacy of his own home where he could be in peace.<br/><br/>Another shot, and the bottle was about three fourths of the way full now. That would be enough to take the edge off and keep him sober enough to drive back to his apartment without catching the attention of the cops or do something stupid. No matter how well he might be able to hold his liquor if someone like a cop was good at spotting a drunk then they would know one when theyâ€™d see one. Which was why he would make sure that they didnâ€™t see one, he reminded himself. He stood up and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. Then he threw some money on the counter, hoping he had gotten the change right and started to head towards the door when a familiar voice had caught his attention. Drunk or sober, when he hears a voice he can usually recognize it.<br/><br/>He was brought back to reality real fast, that was for sure. It was the woman. â€œSon of a bitchâ€¦â€ Running a hand through his hair he exhaled softly. Of all the places to run into her why did it have to be here? It must have been her that entered the barâ€¦ was she looking for him or something? To get some sort of revenge for trying to kill her? It has been done to him before so it wouldnâ€™t surprise him. She was speaking with the bartender it seems, and he swore under his breath.<br/><br/>There was a noise and people began to surround the area where she had collapsed. Someone did the typical thing and shouted for someone to call an ambulance, looking at him when they had spoken. He wasnâ€™t sure what to do, he couldnâ€™t really think straight with the alcohol in his system and everything else flooding into his mind. He still viewed the woman as a target that needed to be eliminated but at the same time he could feel his better half was starting to come out. Still even if he wanted to there really was nothing he could doâ€¦ then it hit him. With the woman unconscious this was probably a good time for Jonah and Roy to go and get that package, or at least see if it was the one they were looking for. He could play the bad guy turned hero for now, even if the role never suited him. It wasnâ€™t something he normally did for numerous reasons.<br/><br/>Quickly, he called Jonah and left a message about what happened, telling them if they were going to move then they needed to do it now and he would handle the girl later. However, before he could do anything that might even be remotely helpful, the woman was helped to her feet by the man who had spoken to him earlier.<br/><br/>â€œMiss, are you ok?â€ He heard the man, Dan was what his nametag read, say to her in a soft voice, â€œDo you need someone to take you to the hospital?â€ Dan did his best to keep everyone else in the bar who was curious about what happened away. The last thing she needed was some drunken idiot drooling all over her.