Adam Morgenstern is Professor Moriarty (napoleonic_star) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-11-01 21:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric draven, moriarty |
Who: Jack and Adam
What: Drinking
Where: Some dive bar
When: 9 PM Monday
Warnings: Boys getting ass-backwards drunk.
Taking a taxi to a bar wasn’t Adam’s idea of a good time, but it meant someone else was driving him and he could be completely uninhibited with his alcohol. The previous night served as a reminder of how dangerous a lack of inhibitions could be, but he didn’t care. No one important would be at the bar, and Jack wasn’t dangerous to him. The worst damage Adam could do was tell him all about his confusing as hell life, and maybe accidentally share confidential business information. He’d done worse for poorer reasons than being ass-backwards drunk, and he wasn’t concerned in the least.
Paying his fare, he hobbled from the sidewalk into the bar. Monday night football was on most of the TVs, CNN on a few others. Poker was playing on one, and for some ungodly reason Sponge Bob Square Pants was on the TV in the back corner. He stared at the flashing colors for a minute and decided he wasn’t quite drunk enough to enjoy it yet. So he settled at the bar, not seeing Jack, and ordered himself a glass of whiskey and a shot of tequila. He figured he might as well start mixing his liquors early since he’d be doing it all night anyway.
He tossed the first shot back, watching the Colts play the Texans with only vague interest. He threw back a second shot, and then a third, and was finally starting to feel the liquor when he began nursing his whiskey. Another six shots and he’d be on his way to wasted. Coupled with his whiskey and the second glass he’d be having after those three shots, he’d be trashed. And he would love every moment of it.