Alcohol had been a place on Wilbur's list of 'happiness'. He took his normal seat in the corner of the top of the pub before ordering a glass of whiskey, inhaling the scent of cheap perfumes, alcohols and food. He sat by himself, as he always did, his ears getting used to the new chatter around him of couples on dates, work partys or friend gatherings. Tonight, like every night, it was just him and the empty chair infront of him