DROWNING THE BACKGROUND sound has become a luxury that he could finally afford. reawakening with what he knows now. index finger tapping on a half full glass of blended malt scotch. Already intaking two prior to this, the sight of a particular name etched on the flesh of his arm only urged him to finish his third. that name resonated in his mind like a karmic reminder ; how many lives had to be lost in order for him to live ? no amount of alcohol could make sense of it , and due to his own tolerance there is only a slight buzz and the ghosts of the past haunted his reverie.
lagging down the bartender subtly.
❝ i’ll take another scotch , neat. ❞ setting the glass down for it to be taken away for another fill -- he became painfully aware of another person within his vicinity. not drunk enough to be unaware , but he chose to ignore it for now.