If Seth took offense, he didn't show it as he emptied the rest of the burning liquid into his glass and waved to the bartender for another. The bar was quiet enough for Seth hear the beginning of rain outside, droplets of water spilled onto the roofs and down, splattered the windows. Some people entered the pub, soaked and dripping, and some left, hefting up their collars and dashed across the street. Another bottled was placed before him, Seth peered at the label, squinted at it, and found that he couldn't get his eyes to focus on the letters. Grimly, he dug the heels of his hand into his eye, and, once again, pushed back his hair. More drinks, that was what he needed, and Seth finished his glass with the familiar numbness.
The lack of something caught his eye. Seth stared intently at his hand, at the empty spot where his wedding ring had been. He did not remember taking it off. Could not remember when was the last time he had noticed it. "Huh," he mused curiously, "Where you ever married?"