Bloody

The day had almost been too much- still, nothing quite like a drink and a chaser to shake away the blues Greg thought with a heavy sigh.  Vodka warmed his stomach as his head began to tingle, a familiar heaviness taking root in his legs. The release both thrilled and terrified him, its grip on his willpower glaringly obvious. He wouldn’t stop at a single drink, he knew- he might not even pause over his third. Checking his watch, he noted the time and settled into his stool.