Gallagher,

“Hello? We’re closing for the night!”

One of the club workers stood outside the door, however it seemed you weren’t fully recovered from puking your brains out from drinking so much.

Minutes later, a man’s low, gruffly and tired voice got closer to the door.

“Gotta be kidding me. somethin could be wrong with her, idiot.”

The door opened and the bartender, Gallagher, walked over to your open stall and leaned against it, speaking blankly with a hint of care?

“Hey, lovely girl, ya need help?”