There was a bar located near the end of town called Joeâ€™s that he learned was a great place to go whenever one needed to relax. With an addiction as bad as his there was no doubt that he has been in many bars and never really expected anything amazing whenever he entered. It was no surprise when he was greeted by the same atmosphere as he always was: smokey room, smoking was usually allowed in bars, usually, dim lights, a bit crowded sometimes. Tonight it did not appear to be too crowded which was perfectly fine with him as he was not a huge fan of crowds. When he was little he had a deep fear of crowds and crowded places, but now that heâ€™s older it was no longer there. However, he did still become rather uncomfortable whenever places got too crowded.<br/><br/>As he always did whenever he went to a bar he sat in the back, mostly away from everyone so he didnâ€™t feel so crowded and can enjoy his drink in peace. Drinking alone was more his thing and he wasnâ€™t really good company when he was completely wasted anyway. Mostly everyone who knew him well enough knew to stay away from him when heâ€™s been drowning himself in alcohol. Now, he was not a violent drunk, but he wasnâ€™t a friendly drunk either. He was just miserable.<br/><br/>When he sat down on the stool the bartender immediately came over to him and asked what he wanted. He was an older man from the looks of things and if he had to hazard a guess he was the guy who ran the place. That was what he concluded since the nametag read â€˜Joeâ€™ anyway, but he could be wrong and it could belong to someone else. He told â€˜Joeâ€™ to bring him a bottle of Jack Daniels and waved him off while he was still deep in thought about what happened. He hated it whenever a job made him do this much thinking; he felt that killing someone shouldnâ€™t require much thinking aside from planning how youâ€™re going to go about your business and whatnot. This job was probably just going to bring more trouble for him than he already had in the end. Unfortunately it was too late to just back out of the job and find a different one now.<br/><br/>About two minutes passed by and someone else had entered the bar and took a seat about two stools down from him, next to a man older than he was. It was around that time that his whiskey was brought to him and immediately threw back the comforting liquid, swallowing the shot in one gulp after he poured himself a glass. Jack was always nice whenever you needed something that burned all the way down. He has never really been a vodka person in spite of being such a heavy drinker, so some good old Jack Daniels was the next best thing. Pouring another shot, he threw that back as well, letting his mind wander away from the events of the past two days. It was nice to have this escape, he really needed this otherwise heâ€™d probably go crazy by now, alcohol kept him sane in a way.<br/><br/>He was about to pour a third when he heard someone say, â€œYou might want to slow down a bit, it hasnâ€™t even been a minute and youâ€™re guzzling down three shots? Did you have a bad day?â€ It wasnâ€™t the bartender, but someone else who worked at the bar.<br/><br/>â€œI suppose you could say I had a bad day, yes,â€ he replied bitterly, hoping that was enough to tell the man to leave him alone. It seemed to work because the man went back to whatever he had been doing before he decided to be nosey. Sighing heavily he just threw back the third shot not really caring about the manâ€™s warning to slow down. By this point he could feel the effects of the alcohol beginning to work on him. He could hold his liquor rather well, but he really was drinking a bit too fast, hell he made sure to drill it in the back of his mind that he was in a public place so he didnâ€™t get so piss drunk that he was unable to drive back home. Maybe he should make a stop at the liquor store and pick something up since this bar trip was originally supposed to just take the edge off and not get him completely intoxicated.