Sam hadn’t touched a drop since the night after the wraith like things had gone, he hadn’t been lying when he said he’d been feeling better. But he had been keeping to himself a fair bit, between working at the library and researching things that could be behind this whole thing, he hadn’t exactly been what you’d call a social butterfly.
With the change of scenery he’d figured maybe a break was in order. He’d considered the whole museum thing but he sort of wanted to switch his brain off for a while, he’d thought about going for a run but wasn’t sure you could actually call exercise a ‘break’. In the end he’d just started walking and decided to see where he ended up. He hadn’t intended for that to be a bar, but here he was - sinking his third pint and actually wishing that his brother was off hustling someone at pool.
He walked over to the bar, placing his now empty glass on the counter and indicating to the bar tender for another. He saw the other man seated there, who looked as if he’d been hitting the whisky about as hard as Sam had a couple of weeks ago. “You’ll regret it tomorrow.” Sam said, as the bar tender brought him his beer.