Reggie walked into a location he used to always frequent. When the door opened, he was hit with the strong smell of alcohol and smoke. Loud voices and shrill laughter rang in the air. He walked up to the bar and took a seat.
“What can I get for you?” The bartender asked as he rubbed a glass cup with a cloth.
“A dragon’s fire and make it a double on the rocks.” Reggie looked around the room. He used to frequent this place a lot. He would get himself so messed up that he never remembered those evenings. He bedded random people. Anything to not feel or think. The bartender sat the drink in front of him. He held the glass in his hand and listened to the ice clinking.
As he stared at his drink, he let his mind wander over his past. Ever
