(Alexander's POV)
Shit, how many glasses of bourbon had I had already? I had no clue but I guess it didn't matter, I had no plans to quit drinking anytime soon. I down the last few drops of liquid in my glass, setting it down on the bar and motioning the bartender to get me another refill. Despite having no clue about how many glasses of alcohol I had already consumed, I knew my tolerance and I did not get easily drunk. I would probably keep drinking even after I got drunk, which wouldn't be for quite a while. The truth was that I desperately needed this and since no one was here to make sure I didn't go over the limit, I planned on indulging myself for as long as I pleased.
I kept thinking about Reagan and the fact that it had been a whole week since she had been gone. For some reason t
