Five hours later, Titan got out of the cab, completely waisted. The bartender had to seize his car keys because he was in no condition to drive. Hardly ever consuming alcohol except on special occasions, Titan had become a regular in a space of two weeks.
Too unsteady on his feet, the cab driver watched him stumble on the post box before finding the main entrance to his flat.
One task done, he was getting closer to his flat, he just needed to find the elevator to his floor. He danced a little when he found it.
“That was not so hard,” he told himself before his finger went out to press the button and stopped halfway, completely forgetting if he was meant to go up or down.
He stood there for twenty minutes debating it in his head until he heard a familiar voice behind him.
“Good eve
