Ridge
"Give me one more glass" I say in a slurpy voice.
"No Sir, I think you have had enough, this is your eighth glass" the bartender argues.
How dare he say this to me, he is just a bartender and I'm paying for it, it's not for free.
"Just give me what I've asked for" I say, my eyes flashing red.
He flinch for a second there and wall back.
He fills my cup and hands it to me.
"Here...here you go Sir" he says.
From the way he is talking now, it seems like he is the one drunk.
I chug down the whole cup in one go, not even caring about the bitter taste burning my throat.
You've all been wondering what on earth am I doing here, sulking and drowning alcohol into my system.
While I was at school, my father called me once again remembering me to accomplish the job as soon as possible
