"Fucker.." James muttered under his breath when Fisher threw the rest of the bottle of scotch on the ground. The problem with being part demon was this, his metabolism was super accelerated. And if he wanted to stay drunk, which he did at this point in time, he needed to continue to drink, and now there was nothing left. But he could always get more. There was bound to be some place where he could get more.
He started to walk again when he heard that awful sound from not too far off behind him. He recognized the sound. He had never really been on that end of things, but he had been around it enough times. And he could have kept walking. He was selfish and didn't care about anything but himself, after all, but he didn't.
Against his better judgment, or maybe due to his better judgment, he turned around with a groan and walked of to where Fisher stood retching, reaching a hand down to pull the guy's hair back out of his face while his other arm slipped around the man's slender waist to keep him from falling face first in it. "Humans.." He muttered. They could never hold their liquor.