He couldn’t remember how many drinks he’d had. That was good. He was on his way to forgetting her. She’d left him for a country far away. He couldn’t blame her, everyone had their priorities. If she had picked him, she wouldn’t have been happy. He wanted her to be happy.
Well, he usually did. Right now he wanted her to be there to help him to bed and take care of him when he had a hangover tomorrow. He drank more, that the pain in his head would exceed the one in his heart. It would help him forget.