After savouring the last drop of the alcohol in his hand, the room became silent as all eyes were fixated on Dave. Dave exhaled deeply, and then he knelt on the uneven floor.
His rough hands were steady despite the slight tremor that often accompanied his drunken antics. This time, there was no trace of his usual flippancy. His closed eyes seemed to pierce through the air as if seeing something no one else could.
Corey leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. Due to how long Dave took to finish the bottle of vodka, he was forced to stand to keep himself awake. Melissa and Divine stood nearby, their faces a mix of curiosity and caution, while Old Man Poison watched with his usual enigmatic expression.
Dave removed his brown jacket which reeked of liquor, revealing a simple white shirt that was stained by time and carelessness.
