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Seven bottles in and he had never felt lonelier.
The numb feeling was beginning to give way to something a little darker and a hell of a lot more sinister; shadows starting to creep in at the corners of his vision, dancing around like the Harlequin on the surface of the bar top, doing graceful cartwheels whilst prancing around the empty bottles and pint glasses.
He couldn't even remember what brought him here, but it never took much these days to make him turn to the bottle; especially after an unpleasant divorce which only took place three months prior and left him sleeping on a friends uncomfortable couch. Which meant that there wasn't much for him to head home for so he may as well order another drink...
And it all seemed to be a never ending cycle.
He was either hungover or wasted; sleeping, working or drinking. And not once did he ever think his life was going to turn out this way.
"Jimmy, I think you need to call it a night."
With one last scowl, he pushes himself away from the bar, stumbling for a moment as he tries to catch his balance. Fine, he'd just take his money and precious wit elsewhere. However, as he stepped out onto the cobbled street and the fresh air hit him, he knew he was going no where else but home.
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