Saturday late evening, Lobby, Robbie OTA
It wasn't even very late yet, but Robbie was already well on the way to getting really drunk. As an experienced man with beer, he did not look or act drunk - other than his reactions and movement being a little slower and his face being red - when he walked in the front doors of the Manor.
Damnit. He had really thought for a while that he would have gotten rid of this boozing. He hated being one of those miserable pathetic guys who resorted to drinking after a divorce. And damnit, it had already been almost two years since he found out the truth about his wife! But there he was, slowly approaching the elevator, steadily intoxicaticated again. Just like yesterday alone at home, just like last weekend, just like every single day he did not have to go to work the following morning. It was Christmas, he decided. Christmas had ruined everything. Damn Christmas and its social pressure on everyone being with their families and loved ones.
Robbie stopped in front of the elevator and stood there looking grim and a little disoriented for half a minute before actually pressing the call button.