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Antonio rested his arms on the counter, swishing his beer in his glass and taking a swig. It had been a while since he sat in O’Malleys on a Saturday night. It was a seedy faux Irish pub owned by a guy named Rigolo, and the beer was always warm, but it had a sense of fellowship to it. A bunch of single guys, sittin around, drinkin warm beer on a Saturday night. Yeah because this is what he should be doing right now.

While he wallowed in himself, the door opened and a pompous looking blonde man walked in. Tony sneered at his air of sophistication and once again delved into his glass.

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Drinking, admittedly, was a staple in Arthur's life. Every Thursday night ( because to claim Friday a drinking night felt pretentious, though maybe claiming Thursday was, too, ) he would make his way to a local bar, or maybe just any bar he happened to be near at the time, and would indulge in a beer. Or two, or three. Maybe, by some standards, he was a few steps shy an alcoholic. But, only on Thursdays. And, at times, on the rest of the weekdays. Mostly Thursdays. Inside, it held the same presence every other bar had; someplace you could get a drink, but not friendship. Which was good, because he didn't drink to find friends. His green eyes scan across the meager crowd, quickly unimpressed, and takes a seat at the furthest end of the bar, to order a beer, and a glass of water to accompany it. That's how it began, something to water down the intoxicants. He wouldn't be drinking that water for long, though.

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