Liquid Courage


The frosted glass pressed against his lips, the cool bitterness disturbing the dryness of his mouth. One sip turns to two gulps. The glass placed firmly on top of the mahogany bench. His tongue followed the top of his lip, ensuring that nothing was missed.

He glares down at his watch, watching the seconds hand slowly tick, the noise imperceptible to the assiduous crowd around the bar, but to him, thats all he could hear.

A sigh bellows out from under his breath, the smell of alcohol paving a path towards his classmate.

“Alright mate, finish up; we got a lecture.”


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