Nicholas

"Slow down on the whisky, would you?" Allan snatched the bourbon bottle from me despite my protests.

"Give it back," I slurred, extending my arm to reach for it across the table where he put it.

"Water, please?" Allan asked a passing bartender as I glared at him.

"Give me my bottle, Allan," I demanded yet again. All I wanted was to drown myself in alcohol until my chest felt numb. I was desperate to get rid of the pounding sensation inside my head and the burning one on my chest. Every time I blinked, Eliana's pretty face as she rejected me flashed right behind my eyelids. I needed...