Elijah POV
I felt someone tapping my cheek a couple of times. I groaned lightly before I pried open my eyes. “Hey, wake up!” The man that I recognized as the bartender earlier frowned at me with a displeased expression on his face. I tried to get up, but my head was killing me. I looked around, and there was no one left at the bar. Only me.
“Ugghhh…What time is it?” I asked him. “It’s way past four o clock in the morning. Can you leave now so I can close the bar?” He said, looking pissed at me. I almost stumbled back as I was losing my balance when I tried to stand on my own feet.
“Whoa, careful…Can you walk? Do you want me to grab you a cab?” the bartender kindly offered me. This time he looked truly worried. “No, thanks..” I said, taking a few sloppy steps towards the door, but then
