Jan 27, 2018
The whiskey burned as it slide down his throat. It had been his seventh glass so far and the golden liquid was starting to numb the pain in his side. He pulled his jacket to the side and saw that his shirt was starting to stain red; cursing he slammed the glass down on the table and stood up to get another.
His vision swam and he had to hold on to the table to get his balance. Lurching forward he made his way to the bar when he bumped into someone. He glared at the other person and growled, “Watch it.”, as he continued to the bar and held up a hand; ordering another drink.
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