Special Delivery for @reese-bartlet
It had been a while since Casey had gotten him good and fucking drunk. And today seemed like a spectacular day for it. Early that day, he received a call from his partner's wife, just wanting to reach out and see how he was doing. Whenever he spoke to Nicole, Casey felt awful. Hearing her voice just reminded him of how he had ripped her husband away from her. It was a reminder that he took away their children's dad. It was just too fucking much and the kicker was that he could never tell Nicole to leave him alone. He owed her that much to sit and fucking listen to her grief from what he had done to her.
Before the man had even left his apartment, he downed majority of the bottle of scotch he had before, which already had gotten him good and drunk. Everything else after that was just icing on top. Casey went to Barcade, drinking shot after shot of whiskey until the bartender cut him off. It was a miracle he had been drinking as long as he had but Casey could drink a lot before he started to show he was drunk. Pros and cons of being an alcoholic.
Stumbling out of the bar, Casey made his way outside and just tripped over his own feet, sending him to the ground with a thud. He groaned immediately and rolled over until he was sitting up and leaning against the wall. His eyes were glazed over, starting to doze off with every passing moment he sat there.