Who: David and Evan What: Drinking and stuff Where: Pearson's Pub When: Wednesday Night Rating: High, probably. Drinking and language...
David hadn't been kidding when he said he wanted to get fucked up. It felt like the right thing to do. He had just managed to have a really important, life changing epiphany. Why not drink until he puked his guts out? It sounded like a really good idea, actually. Purging his old life, making his way for a new life.
He looked down at his now empty glass. He'd lost count as to which one that was. He signaled tonight's bartender for a refill and turned to Evan, "Thanks for coming with me tonight. You're a good friend." So maybe he was already a little drunk. It happened.