Canes and Gunshots

Drinks Together

The Colonels POV

12:45 am

I was standing in the study against the window, a glass of whiskey in my hand, this already being my third glass today.

I felt a little buzzed, but nothing else. I felt anger from Abe and a little sad too.

What had happened was sad, heart breaking, and even horrifying to say thee least. Not just for me, but for the rest of my crew too.

I wish I could erase that day from my memory forever.

"Holding up ok?" I heard a voice say, turning around to see Damien in the doorway, holding his cane in both of his hands.

"Hey. How was the game?" I asked, downing the rest of what was in my glass.

"It was alright. I lost more than I would have liked."

A soft chuckle echoed the room froom both of us.

"You were always bad at poker." I remarked, pouring us both a glass of the whiskey I had been drinking.

Damien set his cane down near the chair and grabbed the glass, sniffing the drink so he knew what I was getting him into.

"Cheers to the best damn friend I've ever had. You always knew how to make me smile and cry in the best way. To you Mayor Damien." I bellowed cheerfully, the alcohol making me feel happier now.

"And to you Colonel. You have never put me down no matter what. You supported me through the worst times and the best times. Even when you left the office, you kept telling to go on for the dream I longed for. I couldn't have asked for a better friend than you." Damien replied, both of us gulping down the alcohol in one swig.

Damien coughed a little like I had when I first tried it but then it was smothered by what I assumed was the warm, sweet after taste it left in your mouth, especially on your tongue. Like a kiss that you never want to end.

I set my glass on the table near the other drink choices, going back to look out the window, the moon hanging high in the sky.

"I'm sorry for what Abe said. He was really out of line for doing that." Damien said, hoping to lighten the mood.

I nodded softly and looked back at him, slowly pulling my hat off, my hair falling to the front of my eyes.

I heard his footsteps slowly walk towards me, carefully moving my hair so he could see my face.

"Colonel I-" "Damien. I don't want to talk about it. Tonight, I want to just drink and relax. Okay?" I interrupted.

Damien looked at me a little shocked, almost surprised that I had that energy in me. But he nodded in agreement, going back to pour us another glass, this time, filling the cups half way full.

He handed me my glass, which I gladly accepted. We both made a small toast and guzzled down the sweet, burning drink.

This was gonna be a long night.