CHAPTER 25 – RICHARD

"One more bottle of tequila!" I yell out to the bartender, twirling the shot glass in my loose grip. My eyes are getting heavy from a couple of drinks I've had. But it doesn't matter. I plan on getting fucking wasted tonight.

The bartender places the bottle in front of me and Ray reaches to grab it. I beat him to it, grabbing the bottle and turning the other way to pour myself a drink.

"That's enough, man. You drinking way too much." Ray sighs behind me.

"Not as much as I plan on," I reply briskly, placing the bottle on the counter. I chug down...