Drink Away My Sorrows

Jem stumbled into the bar, still hungover from the afternoon, and immediately sat down and ordered a whiskey. The bartender gave him a dubious look, but money was money and the man served him. Jem could tell that he'd be watched all night, but he was already nursing his whiskey and didn't care. He glared at anyone that he thought was looking at him funny, and finished his whiskey, asking for another. His Scottish brogue grew thicker the more drunk he got.