- 31 Jan 2019, 23:30
Hugh was, to put it lightly, a little toasted. The boys at the Bucket Bros had suggested a night out to celebrate a birthday - and who was Hugh to say no to such a fantastic cause. They'd taken turns buying rounds and between the 8 of them, things had gotten slightly out of hand somewhere around three rounds ago. Which was when they had stumbled into this fine establishment. Well, fine might have been overstating a wee bit. But Hugh wasn't picky about where he beered-up. As far as he was concerned, this bar was just as good as any. He was feeling too good to rightly care where they had stumbled after the last bar had kicked them out on their rear-ends.
"You don't right know what'chur talkin' bout." One of the maintenance guys complained to him, giving a light shove to his left shoulder. Hugh didn't much like to be touched. He especially didn't much like being touched in an argument by drunk knumbskulls who needed a cuff to the head.
"Shuddup, Murray." He growled, "And keepyer hands off me." He shoved the older man back. He'd taken enough shit in his life from strangers - he wasn't about to take any from his coworkers either. He'd only known Murray six months and he'd already found the man to be a buffoon. This was only strengthening that conclusion.
"You canny tell me whadda do." Murray swayed lightly on his feet, frown taking over his face. Before Hugh could react, he was on his arse on the floor - having been tipped off his stool by a drunken Murray.
Oh boy, the Scot had done it now. Hugh pushed himself to his feet and stared up at the taller man. "You sholn't've done that." He poked Murray's chest. The alcohol had dulled their good sense. It was a recipe for disaster. At least Hugh was familiar with disasters.
Played By: Sammy