"One more"
This was the next drink. And this was so not right. Seeing Master in this condition, made me feel as guilty as getting my own face slapped. This is where it all started too. When he came to feel for my lover, he started drinking, and to this day, he wouldn't stop.
"Master, please..."
He started to gobble down another vodka when I pushed his arm down.
He stared at me like that was crossing the line, but smiled in the sedative of the alcohol.
"This is life...", he muttered, slipping his head to the back of the bar chair.
"Please...', he said, lifting another glass to the waitress in black. But I shook my head and gestured for her to leave.
"What..?", he barked on seeing her walk away.
"Why she ignore me..?", he pouted like a baby while playing with an empty glass. I slowly
