I Drank The Poison and I Passed The Fuck Out.

A Flare For The Dramatic.

I was tired.

Falling asleep again standing on my feet.

I hadn't slept in days and felt that soon I was going to crash and burn.

I tried drinking coffee and energy drinks and caffeine, but that didn't help, What I needed was either drugs or sleep, and I wasn't a junkie, so sleep was my only option.

Mike slung his arm around my shoulders, damn near knocking me over.

"Whoa man, chill out." I said steadying myself.

"Sorry bro, you still tired?" He asked.

"Exhausted. I murmured.

"You tried sleeping?" Jaime asked.

"Hard to do at a time like this." I sneered.

The fact of the matter was that I hadn't heard from my girlfriend in almost a week, and I was afraid she was cheating on me.

I called her again, but got her voicemail, "Hey this is Angela, I can't come to the phone.." I hung up before I could hear the rest of the message.

"Damn it." I whispered.

"She's probably working bro." Mike said.

"She usually calls." I muttered.

"Maybe she's busy." Mike pushed.

"Whatever, I'm going for a drink. Don't wait up." I said.

"Getting fucked up isn't the answer." Mike called.

I ignored him.

The bar looked pretty shady, but it was a bar, and I could get alcohol.

I walked in and sat at the bar.

"What can I get you hon?" The bartender asked.

She was a short brunette with blue eyes and snakebites, with a tattoo on her shoulder that I couldn't make out in the dark.

"Shot of your hardest." I said.

She poured it. "Hard night?" She asked.

I slammed the shot.

"Bet your ass." I said.

"Take slow now, okay?" She asked pouring me another.

"No worries. I just need a little pick me up, I don't get drunk."

Next thing I knew, I was laying on my back, and the bartender was crouched over me with a damp rag.

When I opened my eyes, she smiled at me, "I told you to take it slow." She giggled, dabbing my face,

"What time is it?" I slurred.

She looked at her watch, "Eleven thirty." She said.

"W-where's Angela?" I asked.

"Who?" She asked.

"Angela, she's my girlfriend." I babbled, reaching up and stroking her long wavy hair, "You have beautiful hair." I said.

"Um, Angela isn't here, but I'm sure she's waiting for you, you want me to call you a cab?" She asked.

"No, I'll just call Mike." I slurred, grabbing for my phone.

When I got it out, I couldn't dial right for shit.

"Let me do it. Call out the numbers." She said.

So I called out Mike's number and she dialed it.

"Hello? Mike, This is Michelle over at Lucky's Saloon, I have um.."

"Vic." I said.

"..Vic here, and he's pretty messed up, he said to call you." She said.