11:45 pm
After taking a long hot shower, Goren goes into the kitchen. Finding
nothing remotely edible to eat and not be hungry. He fixes a Jack Daniel
and root beer.
A few sheets past the wind, Goren sets his sights on the anonymous letter he threw away earlier. Nearly falling over, he crawls to the trash can to rummage out of the envelope. Gripping the envelope tightly, and slightly slurring his words he announces; "Got you b-itch." Opening it was more trouble than it was worth, tearing the envelope in half, he pulls out the pieces of paper. Holding the two halves to the window, he reads the note out loud - " Dearest Bobby, Did you say 'hello' to your mum yet for me?"
Letting his brain process the information, he awkwardly gets up to get his drink. Holding his drink in one hand and the letter in another, he goes after his lighter.
12:01 pm Day 3 Returning with one, he dumps the remainder of the Jack Daniel's bottle on the letter. Finishes what's left in his glass and places the alcohol soaked letter in the empty glass and lights it ablaze. Watching it ceremoniously burn, he fills a nearby glass with root-beer, takes a sip, and (then) in the darkness whispers;
"Cheers."
TBC.Do you want more? Or should I stop??? You be the judge and then let me know.
A few sheets past the wind, Goren sets his sights on the anonymous letter he threw away earlier. Nearly falling over, he crawls to the trash can to rummage out of the envelope. Gripping the envelope tightly, and slightly slurring his words he announces; "Got you b-itch." Opening it was more trouble than it was worth, tearing the envelope in half, he pulls out the pieces of paper. Holding the two halves to the window, he reads the note out loud - " Dearest Bobby, Did you say 'hello' to your mum yet for me?"
Letting his brain process the information, he awkwardly gets up to get his drink. Holding his drink in one hand and the letter in another, he goes after his lighter.
12:01 pm Day 3 Returning with one, he dumps the remainder of the Jack Daniel's bottle on the letter. Finishes what's left in his glass and places the alcohol soaked letter in the empty glass and lights it ablaze. Watching it ceremoniously burn, he fills a nearby glass with root-beer, takes a sip, and (then) in the darkness whispers;
"Cheers."
TBC.Do you want more? Or should I stop??? You be the judge and then let me know.