Fuck This Shit

"One glass of whiskey!" Melvin sat at the chair right across the bar. 

He placed his elbow on the counter playing with hai phone. "I really need a break" he breathed out loudly letting out a deep sigh. "Ah! Man!" He was frustrated and it was obvious. 

The bartender not wanting to annoy his regular customer anymore hurried with his order and placed a round glass filled with the man's desired liquid in front of him decorating it with a lemon. 

"Thank you!" Melvin smiled at the familiar man and took a sip of his drink. "Just how I like it! But I want something stronger" he said more to himself than anyone else. 

Melvin's thoughts were a swirl of mixed emotions as he stared into the glass of whiskey in front of him. He was grappling with his own thoughts and feelings, torn between what he knew and what he felt. He took another sip of the drink, letting the warmth spread through his body as he tried to find some solace.