Oh for the love of- he stared at the now crying Ella and wondering just how much of a douche he happened to be just because he thought was doing the right thing and stopping her from drinking any more tonight. Hurridly trying to make a split second decision on what to do, Will inwardly groaned because he knew exactly what he had to do, whether he wanted to or not.
"Hey numbnuts," he snapped to the nearest employee, "I'm taking her home. Cover for me or don't, let me get fired, I don't give a shit." Without waiting for a response, he stepped around, opened up the little door to get out from behind the counter, walked up to Ella and sighed. "Cmon, let's go. Will refused to move, waiting for her to make the first drunken steps out of the bar.