The sunset's kissing the crimson horizon over the gloomy waters of the bay. Dex was already in his twelfth bottle of beer, he was feeling the effects of the alcohol in his system yet his slow and clumsy reflexes have not deterred him from indulging another round. Another bottle empty, another bottle down and another bottle to spare. He clutched a bottle of beer before chugging it down in one go.
The sun finally rested under the thick blanket of velvet darkness and soon the cold sea breeze gently blew and caressed his skin, he felt nothing. Not a shiver, not a sneeze, not even a horripilation. There was no reaction in him. Everything felt like nothing now that she's gone. He took another bottle and realized that all of them were empty. He tried to get up but the liquor finally got to him
