*Some alcohol references*

Nightfall, 

After having a long day of work with his father, Earl decided to sneak out to have some drinks. Drinking helped forget the pain, but today was terrible, so he might have had too many...

The dark sky’s stars twinkled in the city while the night owls came out of their caves to see what they missed during the day. Alder was about to close the shop when he saw a figure looking in through the window. The pink daisies, He thought. He opened the door and was greeted by a stumbling man.

“Why won’t anyone buy those flowers?” he slurred, leaning on the doorway.

“I'm not sure. They're the prettiest here,” replied Alder.

“Yeah...” Earl grumbled falling to the floor onto his knees.

Alder fell with him and immediately tried to help him back up, but it was too late for Earl grabbed onto the closest thing near him. The glass vase with pink daisies on the window display shattered on the floor and left Earl with a large cut on his left hand.

“I’msosorryI-” He stuttered with a slight squeak of pain in his voice.

“Sir, where do you live? We need to clean your wound fast.”

“No! I can’t go home. I’m fine.” He clutched his hand and hid it under his suit jacket. Blood dripped down towards the floor leaving little red stains on the wooden planks. Alder quickly ran over to the little shop's bathroom and tied a towel around Earl’s hand to keep the wound covered. Alder sighed and took his hand making sure to hold up the wound. They stumbled down the street while the night owls glared from afar. Once they finally found the steps of the little apartment both tripped and stumbled inside falling onto each other. Alder quickly picked Earl up and brought the drunken man to his couch. He left to grab his medical kit and tried to not think anything inappropriate about the fall. Earl was out cold, and Alder was left to care for his wound. The cut started at the end of his middle finger and led to the end of his palm. The wound was big, but the glass wasn't able to cut him too deep, there was no need for stitches. A little ointment and some bandages should do the trick. Once the bandage was set and there was nothing left to do. Alder walked outside to the garden and breathed the fresh night air; he lifted his palms to face the stems of a bunch of tulips and watched as the flowers around him started blooming even though there was no sun in sight. Turning to check if the man was still asleep on the couch he walked inside and left for bed.

Earl woke up to a shock of pain coming from his palm and a splitting headache from last evening's adventure. Alder greeted him with a cup of tea and took the man's hand to give him a new bandage.

“How, what happened?” asked Earl, looking down towards his hand.

“Last night you stumbled into my shop and cut yourself on a glass vase,” He answered.

“I’m sorry, sir, for causing you such inconvenience.” He exclaimed.

“No, no it’s alright, I don't mind helping. But can I ask what your name is?” He stood up with the teacups and brought them over to the small kitchen on the other side of the room.

“Earl Hughes.”

“Wait, do you mean Hughes from Hughes Bank?

“Sadly, yes.” He sighed, putting his hand towards his forehead just to be shot with great pain from his palm. Alder looked over worryingly at Earl,

“My name is Alder Harris”

“That’s an interesting name,” replied Earl in a sarcastic manner.

Stepping towards the door, Earl was almost through the doorway when he realized his phone was missing. He had to ask Alder to help him get back to work before his parents realized he was missing. Of course, Alder doesn't own a phone, but he does own a little shabby car.