Alex felt a hand against his back and his first thought was that he had bumped somebody. It wasn't until the voice cut through the noise of the sports bar that he realized who it was. He turned his head slightly to look an the man who stood behind. "I'm good, I'm good," he said as his wallet found its way back into his back pocket. He didn't even have time to protest before the bartender to Guerin's card to pay the tab. "It may be a little high," he whispered to the curly haired man next to him.
"This is my boyfriend," he announced when the bartender came back. He was leaning against him to keep himself propped up. "Home sounds nice," he said as he turned completely around to the other. "We should go home."