He sat in the empty theater room, the outside of the hotel pitch black, he was the only one awake as far as he knew. He clutched a bottle of whiskey, his glass messily placed on the table, and he was well past drunk.

He’d left Rose, and it wasn’t her that caused his distress, but the idea of staying in the hotel with that monster of a child, Jimmy. He only grumbled incoherently to himself, trying to think straight.