The next day, Kyle sat alone at the hotel bar, nursing a double whiskey on the rocks and reflecting on how he ended up there.
He had thought things were going to go well that morning. He'd woken up and thought it was going to be a good day.
It seemed like a lot of bad decisions had happened between then and now.
Obviously. Obviously mistakes had been made. He wouldn't end up drinking in a hotel bar in the middle of the day because things had gone right.
He glanced around at the other patrons. All two of them. One guy looked like he'd woken up that morning and decided that he was going to start drinking and was going to keep going all day. Almost impressive, the level of commitment. Head down, eyes on his drink. Hard to imagine what he was actually looking at, something deep inside his own head. Ignoring the rest of the room, the rest of the world. Two motions. Taking a drink. Waving the barman for another.
