Two hours later Eli was back at the B&B standing over the toilet bowl while he pissed away what felt like an ocean of beer but was in fact the three pints of lager he'd drunk on an empty stomach. Empty apart from the packets of crisps that had made him thirsty for more beer. Eli needed to eat something before he manoeuvred the car out of the car park past the lion-topped pillars, never mind driving on the ‘wrong’ side of the road to the motorway. He meandered back into the bedroom and sank down on the side of the bed. There, he wrenched open the plastic tub of pasta salad he'd bought from the all-night shop at the service station. Using the teaspoon from the in-room facilities he shovelled up the food and thought about his contact report.
He needed to get something in the first paragraph
