Crossing her arms over her chest she didn't have time for drunk men causing problems within her bar, her husband didn't stand for it and neither would she. "I think you've had enough, Andrew, why don't you hole up in the sleeping room down the hall and once you've sobered I'll make you somethin' to eat," she said to him hoping he would just take the offer, but she knew him. Hell she'd grown up with him. His temper was one of the worst in the town.
"don't think I need you tellin' me when I'm done, last time I checked your husband was dead and you're just supposed to give me what I pay for," he said as he lifted his eyes to meet hers before setting down three coins, "and I want beer,"
Charlotte looked at him then let out a deep breath before handing her son a cracker over her shoulder as he reached for one. "I think this is my bar and I'll do whatever the hell I please." she told him as she shoved his coins back towards him. "I've tried being kind and you've rudely refused, so now I'm kindly asking you to go to sleep in the sleep room or get the hell out of my bar." she said in a low voice as she stared at him then shook her head, "you're better than this Andrew - and the only one who doesn't think so is your piece of shit father keep this up and you'll be no better than he is,"
She could see Andrew tense at the mention of his father, the town drunk. The one who had worked him to near death just to pay for his habit, it all ended with new sheriff but the angst that had built up in Andrew hadn't yet gone away - infact it only seemed to get worse with time. "Suppose I'll take my business else where then," he muttered as he stood up.Charlotte sighed a little as she looked at him then shook her head, she knew men like him. Hell, Christopher had hung out with Andrew throughout his youth but he made a living for himself to prove to her daddy that he was worth her time - and so they married. Four years of marriage and he was dead all to a little misunderstanding leaving her with everything on her shoulders.