It was a rainy night. The traffic lights across the street flickered in an orange gloom and lighted up the raindrops. Cars passed the bar way too fast and splashed fallen rainwater over the sidewalk. The bar was almost empty, except for a couple making out next to the jukebox and a man that stared blankly at the little television in the corner. A calm jazz tune resounded in the bar.
But he didn't notice any of that. The street outside and the bar were all one vague picture. The only thing visible was the glass of rum where he had been staring in. It wasn't the taste that was the reason why he was hopelessly addicted to it, because after all this time he couldn't taste it anymore. He just drained a bitter tasting liquid that made him forget. He felt his legs quiver underneath the table and tossed down yet one more glass. He lifted up the bottle next to him and tilted it sideways but to no avail. It had been his third bottle but he hadn't had enough. His hand raised into the sky and the bottle shattered to the ground. He looked fuzzy down and blinked slowly. By the time he had lifter his head back up a woman appeared in front of him. She was all one blur. A purple.. No, a red top and some.. jeans ? The rest dripped out of his eyesight like the rain outside that was ticking against the window.

"I think you've had enough." The woman had pity in her voice and held him by his shoulder. Anger overflew him, he could take care of himself. After all, it was his life and noone else's, if he wanted to get piss-drunk every night then he could! He slapped the hand away and pointed at one of the empty bottles.

"'Nother one p-please." He drunkenly stuttered. The woman stayed by his side and sat down in the chair next to him.

"It's 4 A.M, we're closing soon." He looked up by that sentence. The sickmaking couple and the lonely man had vanished and only he was left over. Damn, was it really that late ? It seemed like he had just been there for an hour.
"And besides, won't Nana miss you ?"

"Come on, Killian." The woman begged. The way she said his name, with concern in her eyes. Ruby. The woman that had helped him trough a lot of rough times. How in bloody hell could he appear to her like this ? Ruby helped Killian up from his chair and dragged him towards the exit. But Killian wrestled himself loose from her arms and stumbled towards the door.

"It's okay.." He swallowed the bitter taste away. "I'll do it.. m'self." He sputtered. His hands grabbed the door handle and he stepped outside.
His legs felt like they were too thin or too weak to hold up his torso. His knees bended from left to right and before Killian got to his car he fell to the ground. The wet gravel under his trembling hands stung badly. Suddenly the parking lot spinned around him. The booze from earlier climbed it's way up his throat and made his mouth sour. He held his bleeding palm against one of the bins while the liquid flew disgustingly out of his mouth. He breather heavily and wiped his mouth clean. Killian wondered about how Liam would think of him right now, like this. He always told him not to drink away his money, but nothing else made him forget more. Liam worked so hard to earn money for both of them, and Killian also tried but his addiction got him thrown out of every place. He was such a disgrace.

He pulled himself from the ground using the filthy garbage can next to him and searched for his keys in his pocket. The lock of his car danced in front of him as he tried to catch it with the silver keys. When he succeeded to unlock it and open the door he drove away. He learned to drunk drive pretty well. Here and there some mailboxes fell to the ground or a traffic light got ignored but getting home was mostly the case. He parked his black car in the driveway and sighed deeply. This was no life. Getting drunk every day, being a jobless wanker, it wasn't a life to be proud of. His brother had succeeded in his medical studies but Killian never managed to kick it that far. The rebellious younger Killian had been his downfall.

He walked up to the elevator and pressed the button. The elevator responded to his call slowly and rusty. The doors made a path in the tiny room and he stepped inside. Leaning against the creaking iron wall he looked up. The alcohol dripped down from his brain and the world stopped spinning around. He could taste the sour leftovers in his mouth and he felt his right hand bleeding slightly. His shirt smelled of booze and cigarettes which he longed for. And as much as he wanted to stop by the cigarette machine he knew he couldn't taste it either way. And besides, it wasn't like he had any money left. Opening his apartments door was a lot easier now that the alcoholic clouds had parted and made some place for reality. And it came crushing down in front of him. He had fucked up yet again. And as much as he wanted to believe this had been the last time he drowned himself in his rum, it was very clear it wasn't. Tomorrow he would began to feel the pain again. And he would miss his old life again. And when that happened, the only thing he yearned for was to forget.

He lied down in his bed. His apartment was small and compact. A tiny studio with a little kitchen, a table and some chairs, a sofa and possibly the cheapest television you could find, a bathroom with a shower and a toilet that was awkwardly close to it and in the corner his large and cosy bed. More he couldn't afford. He closed his eyes and let the darkness fill up his mind. Yet again, he wanted to forget how he had been such a drunk mess. I'll search for a job tomorrow, and I'm bloody keeping it. He promised himself, hoping that this time he wasn't lying to himself.

This... Is just one of my stupid ideas that I got while daydreaming. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this very long because I don't think many people will like it. But either way, I'm going to upload a chapter now and then, mostly irregular, depending on what you guys think of it ^-^

See ya later :)