"Heeeeey bro, how's the sad shit goin'?"
Evan gave a muffled protesting noise, before raising his head and pushing his beanie back. "Would appreciate it if you don't throw your trash on my floor though dude, not cool. Erebus hates that shit." The bartender continued, totally oblivious to Evan's withering stare. "Hey! I know what you need. One sec." The bartender crouched down, out of Evan's view, rummaging under the bar.
"Toby no-" Evan shot up waving at Toby to stop whatever he was doing. "I don't need-" he was cut off by a loud thunk as the bartender dropped a bottle of Hennessy on the counter.
"You're telling me you don't
need some Henny? How about Hpnotiq? We got both." Toby leaned across the counter, shit eating grin on his face. Even if his long black hair was hanging over his eyes, Evan could
tell that they were narrowed sarcastically.