Scary old man

"Sir, please understand. You need to leave. It's time for us to close the bar."

The bartender says trying to lift the man who had been completely wasted over the bar. He kept drinking until he got too drunk to think straight.

"No!! Do you know who I am? I am Jacob Walsh. You should fear me... hahahahaha I am great *Brup*...I can do anything. " He speaks with his drunk mind but he was not sane either in his normal state. The bartender sighs leaving his body down on the chair as he stands straight stretching his back as groans escape his lips. The bartender bows down a little and fiddle through his pants and coats searching for a phone.

But he found none. He groans again feeling agitated and annoyed. "What the fuck is wrong with this old man? What do I do? UGH!!" He yells and the man suddenly sits up on his chair and scans around. As his drowsy eyes fell on the bartender beside him he smirks.

"Pour me a glass you lousy shit!"

He shouts raising the empty glass he had in his hand. The bartender sighs banging his head on the wall behind him as his eyes scanned the drunk man in front of him.

" I said I am Jacob Walsh!! Don't you know me, huh? I am very famous and dangerous. *Burp* Just... po..ur me a drin..k fast! Otherwise I... I will kill you!"

He yells stumbling down from the chair and falls on the floor. He crawls on the floor finding a comfortable position and laid down as if it was his bed.

"What do I do? I shouldn't have taken today's shift." He says grabbing and pulling on his hair irritated over the scene and commotions of the old man who was completely out of his mind.

He sighs eyeing the man rolling down on the floor. He runs his hand through his hair and kneels down on his knees. He extends his hand and grabs the older with his forearms and makes him sit straight. The man Burps near the bartender's face making his leave his body and stand up distancing himself from the old man. He blocks his nose with his thumb and index finger preventing him from inhaling the odor and his stinking exhaled air.

"Really? Ahh, Why am I so unlucky today?!"

He says walking to the bar and pours himself a glass of water. He grabs the glass and drinks it empty and place it back on the table. He turns around to face the old man. But he widens his eyes and stands froze. The old man was looking at him with his deadly eyes. The man who previously was stumbling in his drunken state now was standing straight on his legs.

"What did I say? Hm?"

He says walking closer to the boy who was now slightly taken back by this sudden change in his personality. He started trembling under the older's dark and deadly gaze. He kept approaching the younger while the boy moved backward in fear.

"I said to pour me a drink!! Didn't I warn you about me? huh!?"

He yells and the boy stutters "Y-Yes sir. I was just d-drinking water. I-I will pour you a drink."

The older hums and sits on the chair and the boy runs to the cupboard to grab a bottle of alcohol. He walks to the man and pours a glass of alcohol handing him withy his hands trembling.

"Sir, Don't you have anyone who can take you back home? I have... to go home n-now." He says looking anywhere but the older before him.

"No." He sternly replies. " And they won't exist for long either." He says then laughed hysterically making the younger shiver in fear. "What do you mean sir?" He questions as the older drinks the glass empty asking for more. The boy fills the glass.

"I am going to kill her. How dare she throw me away from my own house? How dare she?!" He slams the glass on the table as the alcohol spills over the glass on the table. "W-Who?" He questions in fear.

"My wife. She said she doesn't need me. Then I don't need her either. She says I am useless and a monster. AM I!?!" He raised his voice and the boy shakes his head no rapidly.

"Good. Then. *Burp* I will avenge all of them. Hahaha, I-I... killed... that officer too. Hahaha, He ruined my works and my boss... dismissed me. Hah! He thought he could *burp*... could win against me?! NO WAY!!" He yells with his gritted teeth and burning rage. His hands clenched around the glass.

"I will avenge them and I-I will ask the boss to *burp* take me back. I will. I-I need to *burp* kill that b-bastard. I need to go. I am coming to you...*Burp* I am coming..." With that, he stands up with his hands supporting his weight against the table.

The boy sighs out in relief as he observes the man stumbling on his way towards the exit. He for sure was scared for his life those few moments back. He was scared for his life. He was not sure what he would do? He observes his trembling hands and runs them across his face. He leans against the wall and drags himself down the wall sitting on the floor. He thanked God for keeping him safe.

He stands back to see if the old figure left but he flinches back as he saw that man sitting on the chair with an evil smirk plastered over his face. "S-Sir..? Are y-you not g-going?" He stutters.

"I will but do you want to see me kill them? I can take you with me?" He says with a sinister smile.

"N-No sir, I need to w-work here. But I-I will be here to listen to y-you."

He says trying to seem normal but his body was betraying him and his state sure made the older smirk proudly.

"Since you are a good boy, you respect me. I will leave you alive. Work hard, I will visit you soon." He says standing up from his seat and makes his way to the exit stumbling down on the way. He sighs again in relief but he was conscious about the older's movement.

[I never want to see you. And I will leave this work. Aha... MOM!! I miss you. I am coming back home.]

He says as he gulps, he stands up and makes his way towards the staff room. He changed his clothes getting ready to leave its place. He grabs his bags and heads out of the room. He cleans the table and shut down all the lights of the bar. He locked the front door. He then looks around, as he finds the sight clear, he runs away for his life.

While the old man was there by the bin throwing up. He kept throwing up for minutes and finally stands straight but stumble down on the road. He wipes away the stain on his mouth and chin with the sleeve of his shirt. He stands up slowly leaning against the wall. He walks slow step away from the bar.

"I will take my revenge."

He mumbles.