<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #33FFEE">An empty glass in front of him, Silver stared at the bar top, mindlessly counting the lines in the grain of the stained wood surface. Besides the bartender, no one had spoken to him. Not one 'hello, how are you?' since he sat down. In all honesty, he preferred it that way. He wanted to be left alone to his thoughts even though it was a bad place to be in that moment. All he could think about were the events of that afternoon. He kept replaying his father's words over and over in his head. As hard as he tried to push them away, the more he drank, the more they came back to him, hitting him with more force than they originally had. Was there ever a time that man really loved him? Silver couldn't even remember.<br/><br/>When someone suddenly spoke, he was pulled from his thoughts and back to reality. Blinking slowly, he turned his already red rimmed eyes to the owner of the voice. It took him a moment to register the words. Finally he spoke.</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"As nice an offer as that is, you don't want to hear about what's bothering me; trust me,"</span></span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">he said.</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I could use another drink though. It seems that someone has finished mine for me."</span></span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">He smiled faintly; that was his attempt at a joke. Even when not drunk, he was horrible at them.</span></span>