3 months later…
The dimly lit Irish pub was a refuge for those seeking solace in a pint of Guinness or a shot of whiskey. The air was thick with the scent of hops and the low hum of conversations, blending into a background noise that matched Daniel’s own disheartened mood. It was a familiar place from his high school days, but tonight, it felt like a far cry from the laughter and camaraderie of the past.
Daniel sat hunched over the bar, a half-empty pint of stout beside him and a plate of neglected nachos growing cold in front of him. His high school friend, **Jason**, sat beside him, a look of mild concern on his face as he watched Daniel down another shot of whiskey.
“Come on, Daniel,” Jason said, his voice a steadying force amidst the clamor of the pub. “You’ve been drinking like th
