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Just one more.
I welcome the oblivion I so desperately crave.
***
Cold water pelts me as I wake up in the shower.
“Get up, Lo!”
Why the fuck is my brother shouting at me?
Trying to pull myself up, I look around. “Where am I?”
“You’re on a beach in Hawaii. Where the fuck do you think you are? You’re in the shower in your hotel room, you idiot.”
Turning off the frigid water, he tosses a towel over my naked body. “I found a half-empty bottle of Jack in the living room. When did you start drinking again?”
“I didn’t.”
“Right, the bottle emptied itself into your stomach, right?”
“What bottle? I don’t…” But then it comes to me, and I moan. “I bought it earlier tonight.”
He steps back, gesturing to the window. “First of all, it’s light out, so you bought it last night. And you have been in the shower, God only knows how long. Second of all, the last I heard of you was like three days ago. I’ve been calling you. No answer. What day is this?”
“Tues—no, Wednesday?”
“It’s Friday. Fuck, man. You’re even worse than I thought if you don’t even know what day it is.”
“No way it’s Friday. I bought this bottle on Tuesday night.”
Drying off, I can barely walk as my head feels like a drummer convention where they are all performing at once. “Fuck. I need something for this headache.”
“What you really need is your ass kicked.” Walking back into the bedroom, he starts pulling out clothes for me. “Get your ass dressed, then come talk to me in the living room.”
“What are we going to talk about?” I stumble as I go to bed and curse myself silently for drinking at all.
“You and how you need to be a better man for my niece.”
Shuffling around, I finally get my clothes on, then go to the living room to find three bottles of Jack, all empty, sitting on the coffee table. “I thought you said it was half empty and where the fuck did the other come from? Wait, Am I seeing double? Or should I say triple? Man, I’m really fucked up.”
“The one I found when I came in was half-empty. I poured out the rest. I don’t want you to be tempted.”
“I wasn’t going to drink anyway.” Sitting down, I rub my head.
I fucking hate hangovers. I’d forgotten about that.
“The others were in the trash. Looks like you have been a busy boy.” Ares stands, then comes to sit on the coffee table in front of me. “Are you always going to depend on alcohol when shit gets rough?”
“I didn’t plan on getting any. I just saw the sign and went for it.” My eyes are glued to the empty bottles next to him.
I want to smash the damn things.
“I’m a fucking loser. I deserve to have them gone. I shouldn’t have bought the fucking bottle. And I have no idea where the others came from.”
“Well, apparently, you requested them to your room.”
“I don’t remember anything after Tuesday night. And honestly, I don’t think I want to, or to be sober. Why should I? I lost them, Ares. Lucy hates me and won’t let me even see or talk to my little birdie. Fuck. It’s like I’m missing a piece of myself. Like my fucking heart has been ripped out of my chest, and I have no idea where it is.
