Be nice to him

She pushed the strand of hair away from her eyes and said "Hi, Freddy. Hitting it a little early today aren't we?" when she saw the half empty bottle of cheap Vodka in his hand. "That I am. Drank too much last night, and need a bit of the Hair o' the Dog to cure what ails me." he said with a wink. His voice was high pitched and his brilliant blue eyes were threaded with red veins but full of vigor. It was a game they always played, everyday.

Faye wasn't sure he had slept since she'd known him. Today, however, her head was throbbing fiercely. She bit her soft, pouty lip. "Yeah, me too. Does that really work?" she asked, digging for her employee key. When she looked back at him, he was obviously staring at her cleavage, dreaming about those big titties of hers. She blushed a bit, but it wasn't like he hadn't leered at her before. When they met first, he even made some pervy comments about putting a bun in her oven if she wouldn´t be careful. She knew he was just joking and she started to like him, even had some pitty with him.

"Deary, I've drank a 5th of Vodka a night, every night, for 12 years, and half a 5th for another decade before that. Have you ever seen me to be holdin' me head and lookin' glum?" he said, wagging the bottle in her direction.