Drowning Worries With Alcohol

"Hit me again!" he pushed the glass toward the bar man and sighed deeply.

"You seem to want to drown in it today." The bartender joked while refilling his glass with some hard liquor.

"I want to see the bottom of that bottle." He downed that shot and pushed the glass over again.

"Women?" the bartender asked and poured in some more liquor.

"You bet."

"They come like flowers but deep inside, they carry man's most feared weapon," the bartender consoled and pushed the filled glass back to him, "this one's on the house."

"Thanks man." Frederick said and took the glass and held it up to his eye level. He could tell that he was nearing his alcohol tolerance but he couldn't care less. All he wanted was to be as drunk as possible.

He gulped down the liquor and savoured the burning sensation as the alcoholic drink travelled down his oesophagus and into his stomach.