Chapter 6Elis had lost count of how many drinks he’d worked his way through, but it was getting difficult to put the rim of his glass to his mouth. He was effectively jobless, yet he was drinking away what little money he had remaining outside of his next week’s rent. Any more and he’d be looking for somewhere cheaper to live. The thought had him already mourning his tiny tin bath and its ready supply of hot water.
He wasn’t at Jerry’s. Jerry would have cut him off long before getting to this point, the point where he didn’t think his legs would support him if he stood up to have a piss.
He tried to focus on the faces swimming around him, a focal point to stop the sloshing inside his brain. He’d definitely had too much. His eyes strayed to a pretty couple; a young man, dressed as a fop,
