Drowning the demons - Dean

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Was Jamie drunk? Not even close. Did he try desperately? Oh yeah. He inhaled another shot and sat back in the bar stool. He didn't pay much attention to everyone around him. He heard the distant conversation, but it was mostly white noise. He was trying to cope with a lot of things. It wasn't working out so well. He ordered another drink and downed it easily. Being a vampire really sucked sometimes. He wrinkled his nose at the after taste of that drink. "Hey," he called for the bartender. "Are you having a bad day or are you just generally bad at your job?" He sighed when the bartender just looked confused. "Lemon is not supposed to be the main ingredient in anything. Here, let me show you." Without hesitation he went back behind the bar. "Sir, you're not supposed to be back here. Jamie just shushed him and started making the same drink as he had just ordered. To perfection, of course. "Taste," he ordered the bartender. "That's actually really good." Jamie made a small bow. "Here's the recipe with the right measurements," he said and wrote it down on a napkin before going back on the other side of the bar. "Try again."

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Dean had gotten lost from his football friends and was talking to a random group of people by a table in the bar. It was the first time in a while that he'd been convinced to go out. It was no doubt the worst year of all time and since his father died he'd only fallen deeper into the hellhole he was trying to climb out of. Tonight he could thank the alcohol for his change in mood and all he wanted was to forget his past and live in the moment. Dean was feeling tipsy as he walked towards the bar. He narrowed his eyes when he saw the bartender take a sip of a drink and then he turned his brown eyes to the vampire beside of the bartender and realized that he’d seen him before. As he walked back to the other side of the bar, Dean walked closer to him while a smile showed on his lips. “Hey man,” he said and hugged him shortly, though they hadn’t really talked before. “You’re Jamie, right?” he asked, just to be sure he remembered what the other future kids had called him. “What brings you here?” he asked before he looked at the bartender to order a beer. He grabbed the cold beer with his hand before he took a sip and looked at the vampire again. “Do you work as a bartender?” he then asked, referring to him being behind the bar earlier.