Bruised Jaw and a Hangover
I took a sip of the drink sitting before me, not quite sure what it was, not quite sure if I had ordered it. After a few slow blinks, I assured myself that I had drunken enough. Not that I wasn’t thinking clearly or anything, it was just taking my body longer to respond than normal. I could feel myself curling up into a ball inside my mind; it was time to go home. I would have fallen off the bar seat, but my mate Jeffrey caught me. I think his name was Jeffrey. Either that or Alec. Those are the first two names to come to mind.
I should stop drinking alone.
I made my way out of the pub only after complimenting a girl standing near the door on her “elegant tits.” Her response was a cool, hard blow to my jaw, and a crisp “Fuck Off!”