Steve felt strangely muddy. His head felt like it was made of cotton wool and he had the impression that he was moving in sticky cotton candy. The condition was similar to lightly drunk, but not entirely. Besides, two beers weren't allowed to get him drunk.
He was probably more tired than he thought. The accident shocked him physically and mentally, but the adrenaline still kept him high. Martin's company plus alcohol in a light bar atmosphere allowed him to loosen up, but he did it a little too much.
Paxton washed his hands and splashed water on his face. It sobered him up a bit. As he left the toilet, he ran into two teenage boys who definitely shouldn't be in a bar serving alcohol.
"Sorry," said one of them.
Someone else pushed Steve and suddenly the driver found himself at the back of the bar, pushed out of the back door by the commotion. And he was not alone in this place.
