CHAPTER 93

Fay's residence... Clare walked into the pub he swore never to go to after his last experience years back. The place looked like it hadn't changed one bit since then, with the same old bar stools, the same old chairs and all the old people that always seemed to hang out there. The smell of stale beer mixed in with other smells, alcohol mixed in with a few different types of weed and cigarette smoke from other patrons. Clare sat himself at the counter and ordered a shot of tequila at first, to numb the heaviness he felt in his chest. After ordering and getting the shot, Clare drank it straight, letting the burning burn down his throat as he let out a sigh. The alcohol was just what he needed to forget about everything for a little while, just until he could calm down enough, and until he had enough strength to get home The bartender poured him another shot, but this time Clare downed it too quickly, nearly choking on it as he tried not to cough up his lungs. A