"Only a week." He'd spent the first day sleeping and then the next couple trying to figure out if what he was being told was true. Christmas night he'd gotten out to escape whatever had been piped through the sound system in the building when a couple of the residents had taken leave of their sanity. "I've been borrowing from the kitchen when I got hungry."
So wherever looked good, cheap, and served alcohol, it was going to be his pick. When his brother's shoulder bumped his, he gave him a light shove back. At that moment, his stomach chose the time to grumble, his hunger momentarily forgotten in the midst of flying snow.
A few blocks over, he spotted a sign swinging over the doorway to a little place advertising spirits and food. He nudged his brother in the arm, pointed up at the sign, and then headed for the door, heading inside.