One pint.
It was good.
Condensation on the glass.
Clearing the drips with my thumb.
No company just me.
No effect so I have one more.
Cold and refreshing.
Foam on my mustache.
I clean it with my tongue.
Down it goes.
Pint number three waits for me.
I see people stare at me.
Music plays in the background.
Pint four and my bladder fills.
I drink to feel.
To feel something.
I drink to forget.
A woman...