Who: Dan and Constantine Where: Bad Things, Atlanta, Georgia What: Drinking When: Today, lunchtime Open: Open to people in the bar?
Dan had no idea what time Bryn’s friend had gotten him back to the building, but it had still been dark when he’d passed out on the bed in one of her apartments. Now it was daytime and annoyingly bright, and Dan was awake again and feeling like shit. His head was thumping, he’d already thrown up twice and he’d huddled in the shower for at least ten minutes until he felt like he could cope with things and he’d stopped wishing he was dead.
He had taken some painkillers, crunching them up like his dad used to since it made them work better and quicker, found some clean clothes and pulled them on. Then he had to hunt for his sneakers, which was an adventure in nauseating feelings, but he found them under the sofa. After that, all he had to do was go down in the elevator and sit down at the bar. It started serving in five minutes, and Dan was in desperate need of alcohol of some kind.
The elevator hit the right floor with two minutes to spare. Dan shoved his still-damp hair back from his face and made his way to the nearest barstool. “Hey, Ed,” he said to the barman as he got his Bryn-ID out of his wallet, and took his seat, “How’re you? Can I get a beer and a double whiskey when you get a chance? Thanks.”
He'd said he'd be there and drinking when the bar started serving again, and there he was. After all, what else was he going to do?