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"Pass me another drink," Kaveh demanded yet with a whine at the bar tender.
It was around 2am. As usual, Kaveh had decided to go drinking to temporarily forget the stress of his job. His new client, a rich older lady, was extremely picky and kept criticising all of his suggestions. Every two seconds, she was complaining about his input and only asked him to draw what she wanted, even if it wasnt physically possible for builders that pick up his sketch to build, or if the materals were out of her budget. However, with the fear of her finding a different architect, Kaveh was forced to listen to her. What a pain.
Skillfully, the bartender passed him another glass of beer. "Shall I put this on your tab too?" He asked gruffly, eyeing all of the drinks Kaveh had perchased throughout the night.
With a choked hiccup, Kaveh nodded. Within a secind, he began drinking the glass, and it was empty with a few desperate gulps. His mind, once sharp, was now fuzzy and blurred. He had no control over his actions as he allowed the alcohol to consume him as much as he comsumrd it. Slumped over the bar table, he got out his phone (with a struggle) and with uncoordinated hands, attempted to find the contact for uber. However, because of his pouding headache and blurry sight, he dialed the wrong number.
"What do you want, Kaveh? I'm trying to read," A familiar voice grumbled on the phone.
Alhaitham. His roomate.
"M'sorry..." Kaveh sniffled, trying to hit the hang up button, yet missing.
"Are you drunk again?"
"I'm fine, Alhaitham. Don't start lecturing me too!"
"You're drinking yourself half to death every night. Surely you have a little more self respect for yourself than that," Alhaitham's voice was dripping with a certain tone to piss Kaveh off.
As expected, it worked. "Screw you! You don't have the right to judge me!"
Alhaitham's words had struck deep within him. He was right; drinking was his way of coping. To forget....everything. The only thing he cared about was the damaging hangover afterwards. But in the moment, the alcohol was an escape from reality and something to look forward to at the end of each relentless day. Despite the static in his mind, dwelling on the hurtful words made tears prickle in his eyes. With a shaky sniffle, he tried to not start crying. It'd be incredibly embarrassing, especially because he was still sat in the bar.
"Do you want me to come pick you up," Alhaitham sighed begrudgingly.
"No. I'll get an uber," Kaveh sniffled.
"You're too drunk. I'll come get you."
"Fine," He snapped, and their calling cut off. Still slumping over the bar, Kaveh gave in to the emotions flooding. A tear fell, and then two fell, and suddenly he was sobbing quietly until he was unconscious.