#16, rated T: Demoman.
Tavish kisses his mother's cheek before he leaves, smiling easily as she lectures him, right up until the point where he's standing in the doorway and reassuring her, for the last time, that he will be fine. She thinks he is going to his third job, but when he shuts the door, he sighs. The drive is short.
The embrace of the bottle is all Tavish wants, or thinks he wants. It's easier to deal with liquor than it is to deal with women. It's easier to deal with the haze than it is to deal with his cluttered mind.