Alright. Great. Now, on top of contemplating killing himself (something he'd been doing a great deal of lately) he felt like the biggest wanker to have ever been cursed to walk the planet. It took him, though, a couple of shots to work up the courage - or something like it - to get up and head over to the back booth she was occupying.

In all the time he'd known Alyssa she had never been anything but nice to him. Caustic? Oh yes. From time to time, but only when he deserved it; which was often. But still, she had been there for him when others would have just walked off.

Had he ever thanked her for getting him home that night at the Cauldron? Merlin, worst headache he'd ever suffered through the next day.

"Uh..'Lys?" He raked a hand through his hair and took a seat without asking. "A drink? On me? Consider it an apology?"