A promise

Richard sat alone at the dimly lit corner of the bar, holding a glass of whiskey. The noise of chatter and clinking glasses around him felt distant as he drowned in his own remorse. He took another sip, the bitterness of the alcohol echoing the unrest within him. It wasn't supposed to be like this. His relationship with Elaine was not supposed to be like that. He tightly held the glass in his hand, his mind completely occupied by her. The things Mystro said still haunted him. He had been all sort of things to Elaine that he couldn't keep up with the kind of monster he was. “Another bottle” he requested of the bartender. A bottle was brought to him and he poured the content into his glass and drank it in a go. A short while later and he was completely drunk, he passed out on the table. “Excuse me sir, we are closing” the bartender woke him up about an hour later. “What time is it?” he asked. “Midnight” the man replied. He got up from his seat picked up his coat and left the bar.  Richar