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The smell in the room was stale and moldy. His face contorted in a frown as he looked around the tiled ceiling and walls around him. Pushing himself upright against the cold acrylic bathtub he realized he found himself in a bathroom of sorts. The cold light emanated by the fluorescent lights above making the room feel even more dreary as it already was. Slowly he managed to get to his feet. The effort it took for him to raise his feet and got out of the tub exceeded the usual hangover he experienced after a night of drinking. This felt heavier, he felt more dazed than he usual did. With a grunt he got out of the tub and stared at the visage staring back at him in the vanity mirror. The once proud cop he had been, replaced by a disheveled shell of the man he used to be. <br/>
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As he stared at himself, he turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water onto his face. Rubbing his eyes in an effort to clean of the remaining crud. He could smell the liquor on his breath and hated it. He hated what he had become. The fact he wasn't in his own bathroom hadn't even dawned upon him until he heard chatter from outside the room. Did he sleep at someone's place? Weird. As Andrew came out of the bathroom he took in the scene in front of him. He saw a bad that had clearly been slept in. Next to it, on the ground he saw two people asleep. Clearly sleeping off their night out. But when his eyes settled on the blood soaked carpet he froze. His mind and heart started racing. Thoughts of that fateful night, which had started set events in motion that had lead him to his dishonorable discharge... His hand looked for support at the wall next to him, trying to steady himself. His eyes staring at the puddle in the carpet.<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Andrew was rocked out of his slumber by a loud scream; "Dan!" The sound forcing him to open his eyes. An action he regretted immediately as his throbbing head forced Andrew to raise his hand to his forehead and massage away the pain. Sliding his hand down his thumb and index finger rubbed his eyes. The dryness of his mouth forced him to smack them loudly. Trying to force some saliva to his parched lips. The parched throat after a night full of alcohol. It was something he had grown to familiar with the past couple of months. His drinking had only gotten worse when Madeline and the kids had moved out. Why bother keeping up the charade of not drinking or being sober when there was no audience anyway. With both hands he reached up once more and wiped the remaining crud from his eyes, slowing putting the room into focus.<br/>
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The smell in the room was stale and moldy. His face contorted in a frown as he looked around the tiled ceiling and walls around him. Pushing himself upright against the cold acrylic bathtub he realized he found himself in a bathroom of sorts. The cold light emanated by the fluorescent lights above making the room feel even more dreary as it already was. Slowly he managed to get to his feet. The effort it took for him to raise his feet and got out of the tub exceeded the usual hangover he experienced after a night of drinking. This felt heavier, he felt more dazed than he usual did. With a grunt he got out of the tub and stared at the visage staring back at him in the vanity mirror. The once proud cop he had been, replaced by a disheveled shell of the man he used to be. <br/>
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As he stared at himself, he turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water onto his face. Rubbing his eyes in an effort to clean of the remaining crud. He could smell the liquor on his breath and hated it. He hated what he had become. The fact he wasn't in his own bathroom hadn't even dawned upon him until he heard chatter from outside the room. Did he sleep at someone's place? Weird. As Andrew came out of the bathroom he took in the scene in front of him. He saw a bad that had clearly been slept in. Next to it, on the ground he saw two people asleep. Clearly sleeping off their night out. But when his eyes settled on the blood soaked carpet he froze. His mind and heart started racing. Thoughts of that fateful night, which had started set events in motion that had lead him to his dishonorable discharge... His hand looked for support at the wall next to him, trying to steady himself. His eyes staring at the puddle in the carpet.</div>
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