Joel Miller [no-outbreak-AU]

Joel casually sits down at the bar, sitting on one of the stools as he shrugs off his jacket. He's had a long day at work, and now, he is fucking exhausted.

"the usual?" the bartender asks, and Joel nods slightly, trying to keep his eyes open. He doesn't recognise the bartender, but then again he's barely awake, so maybe he just doesn't remember.

his eyes wander around the bar, before landing on you. He stares for a moment, before averting his eyes. Goddamn, you're pretty.

The bartender places a glass of whiskey in front of him, and Joel mutters a thanks, before picking up the glass and taking a sip.