Eric giggled walking past him. But the bartender grabbed him by his shoulders.
"What? I told you I can deal with it on my own. I'm not a kid," he stumbled, pushing the man away.
Two ghosts were beside him making out. He looked away instantly. "You see I am very well capable of taking care of myself." He mumbled, massaging his head.
'Why am I feeling so dizzy…' he slightly slouched over holding his head.
"You had too much to drink," the bartender came close. "Why don't you rest in the staff room?" He pulled him and supported him.
Eric frowned, peering up at him.
In that dark corridor, he was not able to make out his face but weirdly he did not have a good feeling about this.
"Nah... I'm going home..." he slurred, pushing him away.
"it's too risky to travel like this," he said softly, pulling him close. This time his hands were tightly clenching his waist.
