"Well you look like shit."
"No kidding. What are you doing here Paul?" Jason asked, wincing as he lifted his torso off the arm chair he was lounging on.
Paul eyed the empty bottle of bourbon by the side and the half empty on right beside it. If that plus the heavy smell of spirits hanging over the room didn't convince him he was speaking to a drunk man the half empty glass he was nursing would do it.
"Taken to the bottles again I see." Paul said approaching the angry and sad drunkard before him.
Jason sighed heavily, struggling to get up. But the weight of the spirit from the first and second bottle had him head first heading straight for the ground. Until Paul leaned downwards and slung on arm around his shoulder, supporting Jason's weight. "What are you doing here?" Jason asked again.
