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Apr. 21st, 2019 06:49 pmHe's not falling down drunk, but he's pretty fucking close.
Drunk enough that the idea, when it occurs to him, seems to be a good one instead of one that will end with a black eye and a bloody nose. Or maybe that's what makes it good, as far as Sweeney is concerned, and when he stumbles across the room to where Jyn is standing, he nearly flops against the bar at her side and gives her a drunk, loopy sort of grin. He wouldn't look at it as rescuing her, because a woman like Jyn doesn't need any fucking rescuing, but he'd caught sight of a feral looking guy with the sort of gleam in his eye most women don't like and Sweeney figures someone like that is far less likely to approach a woman if she's standing beside a seven foot ginger.
"Darlin'," he says, only slurring a little. "Whatcha drinkin'? I'll buy you another."
The man who'd been looking at Jyn gives Sweeney a dirty look, but Sweeney only grins and slumps a little closer to her. She probably already knows the other guy is there, but that doesn't mean she won't appreciate the help. Or maybe she won't. Hell, he doesn't know her well enough to make that judgment.
He doesn't say a word about the other man, just gestures for the bartender to come serve them. It's sheer luck that they'll still give him a drink, especially when it's clear he should have been cut off a long time ago, but it's always working in his favour these days.
"Southern Comfort and coke," he says. "And whatever the lady's havin'."
Drunk enough that the idea, when it occurs to him, seems to be a good one instead of one that will end with a black eye and a bloody nose. Or maybe that's what makes it good, as far as Sweeney is concerned, and when he stumbles across the room to where Jyn is standing, he nearly flops against the bar at her side and gives her a drunk, loopy sort of grin. He wouldn't look at it as rescuing her, because a woman like Jyn doesn't need any fucking rescuing, but he'd caught sight of a feral looking guy with the sort of gleam in his eye most women don't like and Sweeney figures someone like that is far less likely to approach a woman if she's standing beside a seven foot ginger.
"Darlin'," he says, only slurring a little. "Whatcha drinkin'? I'll buy you another."
The man who'd been looking at Jyn gives Sweeney a dirty look, but Sweeney only grins and slumps a little closer to her. She probably already knows the other guy is there, but that doesn't mean she won't appreciate the help. Or maybe she won't. Hell, he doesn't know her well enough to make that judgment.
He doesn't say a word about the other man, just gestures for the bartender to come serve them. It's sheer luck that they'll still give him a drink, especially when it's clear he should have been cut off a long time ago, but it's always working in his favour these days.
"Southern Comfort and coke," he says. "And whatever the lady's havin'."
