Scared

Gavriel's POV 

"Can I get you hunks anything else?" The female bartender, a woman in her forties slid over the counter to us, tossing a wink.  

I chugged down my glass of scotch and handed it over to her, tipping my head.  

"How about another refill?" 

"Another? Isn't that like your tenth one?" 

"She's right, Donovan," Caldwell said, nudging my shoulders. "Ease up on the drinks," 

"Drink?" I scoffed. "It'll take at least fifty of that to get me drunk. The alcohol is watered down as fu-"

"He'll have two glasses more and that's it," Caldwell interrupted, giving the bartender one of his winning smiles.  

We had stumbled on this bar during our college days. Cheap alcohol. A place to sit and talk. There was something about it that kept me coming whenever we we