Drinker's delight!

You exit the Dorm building in a huff, not caring that it was pouring out you walk. You aren't sure exactly where you're going, but right now anyplace was better than here.

You still can't believe the things she said, the way in which she reacted. "Well, fuck her." You mutter to yourself as you walk, getting more and more soaked by the second. It doesn't matter now that you hadn't dried yourself off totally as you left the bathroom.

As you walk aimlessly, you notice a welcome sign a block and a half ahead, "O'Houlihan's Pub" it read, and a smile crosses your face as you walk up to the establishment.

You open the door and the bar sounds filter out. "Rainbow in the Dark" by Dio is playing on the jukebox as you walk into the bar, shaking excess rainwater off your head.

Shamus, the bartender, nods his head in greeting as you step up to the bar. It's not too crowded in here and Shamus walks over immediately, "What'll ye be 'aving?"

"I'm going to be needing the strongest things you got, Shamus. Gimme, a shot of 151, a Jaggerbomb, and a pint of Guiness."

Shamus raises his eyebrows, "What happened, Jack?" He asks as he proceeds to give you your shots.

"A whole bunch of crap. Crap I don't feel like talking about at the moment. Maybe when I'm well on my way to drunken bliss I'll say something, but...now?" You say as you lift the 151, and gulp it down fast. The burn is intense as the liquid makes it's way down your throat. But you don't stop as you down the Jaggerbomb right afterwards. With a breath you take a chug of the Guiness, finishing a third in one gulp.

"Well, if'n ye need to be talking, I'm here my boy." The older man says, then walks over to the next customer.

You continue drinking the night away, shot after shot, pint after pint.

Finally Shamus comes up to you, "Jack, we have to close. You okay to get home?"

The words sound like they're coming from five miles away, and you have to get him to repeat them several times before it punctures your **** addled brain. "Oh, yes, shure, I's alright. I's c'n makesh it homesh myshelf. No worriesh." You finish with a hiccup as you stumble your way to the door.

"Be careful, my boy. Be careful." You think you hear as you leave the bar and start down the street.

It takes you almost an hour and a half to stumble your way home, the light drizzle clearing the fog a bit as you walk.

By the time you get home you have gotten down from plastered, to a really good buzz. The problem being that you have started to develop a pretty massive headache in the process.

Bleary eyed you walk down your hallway, towards your door. You fumble with your keys as, and then spend a minute to focus on the keyhole to get the key into it and turn.

Opening the door you walk in and kick off your sneakers.

You walk into the common room to see Melody asleep on the couch, her face streaked with tears.

A little residual anger comes up from deep in your soul and you sneer at the girl as you make your way to the bathroom for some aspirin.

After popping two you make your way to the bedroom. You see Melody's eyes open, and looking at you forlornly. "Are...are we done?" she asks quietly, sadly.

You look at her, and try and come up with a reply.