Tyson slid the lock into place and sighed heavily as he leaned against the door. The night had been particularly rowdy, with the main casualties consisting of glasses and furniture.

He took in the view from the bar, tables lay on their sides and glass littered the floor.

Tyson kicked himself when he thought of the way he had sent everyone home early, thinking it would be a quiet night and that he could handle things by himself. He had been extremely thankful to see Teaspoon arrive, and he smiled at how quickly the man had gotten things under control again. Tyson sat down at the bar and poured himself a drink to help him sleep.

"Hey sleepy, what are you doing down here?� Richard grinned at his friend as he gave him a nudge on the shoulder. Tyson groaned and mumbled something that Richard found unintelligible. Richard laughed and gave him another push. "Come on, wakey wakey".

Tyson�s reply was never heard as he fell off the stool and crashed to the floor.

Richard tried to hide his laughter, but soon found it impossible as Tyson proceeded to use Richard�s shoes as a pillow. "Hey, you must be really tired, and it�s no wonder looking at the state of this place, what the hell happened?"

"I don�t want to talk about it, and your feet don�t smell so nice," Tyson grumbled.

Richard grinned, "Well, they smell just fine from up here. I think you�re meant to walk on them, not to put your head on them"

"You going to help me up or what?" Tyson asked as he held up a hand.

Richard pulled him to his feet and watched as he swayed on the spot, "If I didn�t know any better, your customers weren�t the only ones who did some drinking last night"

Tyson shrugged sleepily, "I had one glass to help me sleep, that�s all."

"Well, it looks to me like you had a little more than that," Richard pointed at the empty bottle sitting on the bar top.

Tyson�s eyes fell to the floor, "Oh!" Tyson moaned and then continued, "That was nearly full when I poured my glass. I�m sure I just had the one."