Jason could have drunk himself to stupor. He lingered alone in the study, and bottle after bottle simply disappeared with every passing hour. He was so far gone that he didn't even notice the state he was in, or even seem to care.
Smith came and went several times, and each time Jason would ask him to fetch another bottle of wine. After the twentieth bottle however, he had to speak up before Jason drank himself dead.
"Forgive me for interfering, my lord," he said, "but might I suggest a quick retirement for the night? I believe it would be in your best interest, since we are quite rapidly running out of liquor in the house."
"I-if there i-isn't a-a-anymore, t-then you go out and you buy s-s-some," Jason slurred, his words mixing together and everything coming out as one, singular long
